Rolack’s lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Run jewels on it, who want it?
Walkin' more than [?]
Know what I mean?
Yep
That's word

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Raf Adidas joints with the sawed-offs
Venus and Mars Stars
Dope in the Helmut Lang Basket
Pyer Moss Classic
Put a 7 on it, made it elastic
I'm the opposite of wack, yo
Your fiends taste my sh*t, they ain't never coming back
Facts
Ferrari Cali-For-Ni-A
Ye got me all of this
Rocking Figaro Links, the b*tches say I'm marvelous
Dope couture, Velour
Might put a stove in the Bulgari store
Need a thousand bricks or more
Back-to-Back champagne gold Ac's
Rose gold MAC
My plug got fish like Rolack's
Rare Supreme Ups
Python straps on the pump
Praying for Yeezy 3s and Fieg Dunks
Burberry London, kids lunchin'
London Fog, dealers wanna kill us
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Okay, okay, forever money rooted
Level where the loots is
Similar to the sample, never one to lose it
Similar, no example, never one, or two it
Never, one, two, get it, nah?
All good, I come from a tall hood where the hustle high
Never buckle, so thotties who unbuckle mine
Buckle in the jaw, they cuffin' from the door
And wonderers who wondered never wonder any more, heh
Neighbors out the hallway with smugglers galore
I learned hands from them, I can juggle with the Lord
Abundance is the law, as much as you can fathom
645's and Benz Wagons, imagined
Criminals who follow it, we the same crook kind
b*tches think the opposite; Stevie J, good guy
sh*t'll never change, we forever find numbers
FLYGOD etiquette, and Westside Gunna, what's up?

[Outro]
That's word
That's word
That's word
That's word