ONLY BUILT 4 GUCCI DRIP - Ill Bill, LORD GOAT, CrimeApple

Exotic crops, in from Fiji

top-hats and a pop-off like ecstasy from Houdini

Got that Ally Sheedy

Selling ziti out the twenty-eight

All fiends on Farragut seek out

Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede

A slave in a cage, numerous hustles

Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid

Satyricon gimmicks and lyrics

Hard like scords are Hasidic’s

After but before business

We’re abortions that survived, takin' portions of ya spine

Stay unlawful ‘til we die, stay high

Let the reverend run up a tab ten bundles and eight pies

Heist of the century, sellin' ice out the Chevy like Garfield

Except I bake pies with

Monsters and rock, sniffin' Panama, catch a vacant stare

Lost in the haze catch a taste like Jamaican Air

I got demons that will never die

I’m bumpin' Rakim Allah in the ride

You the type to see the guy’s who tuck your weiney between your thighs,

I couldn’t empathize

How I feel inside, only the Lord knows, was born broke

Willing to kick a chair from under a secure rope

Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo

You might see me fighting my bored out Bordeaux

With a freak who take molly through a corn hole

Opportunist — In a Jag dressed like Dr. Loomis, movin'

That little bullshit you guys been doin' it is not amusin'

(woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory

I grew up around medicine men, no Sean Connery

I saw that the Fuzz was onto me, and then I paid for the face-lift

Now my pain is where the steak sit

I get fellated in a space ships, face it

You and your man split a twelve-pack and kick it

Talkin' about how you almost did it, but reality is frigid (Almost)

Similar to the blood givin' my brain oxygen

And I ain’t stoppin' until your whole block look communist

Until SWAT ain’t knockin' and walkin' away is not permitted

Fuck swimmin', I got some cement loafers you can fit in

You trippin', fibbin' all of your lyrics so you really penny-pinchin'

I’m getting' it with Non Phixion and my pen is ridiculous

Walk out of the choir with a big stick

with a big dick

Big money clip big drip

Big swammy and a big clip

Big family and a big clip

Que yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit

Real bloods, real clips, real demons, real lit

We the top, yo these guys

ride

Spin the block, east side

Hit the opps, three times

Thotty give me and that’s obituary

kids choose Uzi’s with

Shooters that do the brutalest there is

Oodles and shoes and pills

Ludes and

Cougars with pierced pussy lips

Only built for Gucci drip