Westside Gunn - EDDIE BAUER

Ayo, we ran the spots, had to rain the shots, crack pots (grrt) Still had the hammers hot (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Blow out your candle, my shower shoes Louis sandals (ah) Peace, Lord, drop the razors at Diego's spot My shooter got his face stuck in a yayo block (sniff) Face numb, spray drum since day one (grrt) Take you off this Earth from under the sun (grrt) Rib shot make him do a somersault (boom, boom, boom) Scratch the serial numbers off My rich fiend tryna buy another jaw Pay my shooter for a body, killed two more by mistake Orderin' Pharrell Moët bottles by the case (whoo) Pour it on the ground for Chine Gunn, Bakin, Dip, Pric Veno, my wrist weigh a kilo, this dope in your needle (ah) I'm hope for the people, my Prada top see-through Rude boy, but I got manners, Chanel fishin' boots Waterproof, jump a ambush, 10K, you could vanish Handguns with bananas, vanna White vials, we foul (grrt) Hit the wrong van, you gon' fall out Chump change, I bought the mall out Fingers smell like Donna Karen Had 'em on the West, it's my dick and I ain't sharin' She ain't no Cara Miller comin' in a hour Kicked the K out the house, proceeded to the shower Then I got a weird-ass text from Eddie Bauer Said, "Yo, Cara my bitch, I gotta down you"