Westside Gunn - BABAS

Grr Ayo (ayo) Everything I do is classic (ah) Pray that this coke is elastic (ah) Pray that they let Sly free, fantastic (free Sly) Had about a hunnid on the road, shit was massive (mm) Blood wound is back in, flakers buy back lit (ah) You could never ever fuck with me, not a fraction (uh-uh) I'll be in the hall of fame, apron in the pot The semis with the locks (ah), two semis for the opps (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I was spendin' days sleepin' on the cot (ah) Now it's Carhartt jumpers all with the spots (ah) Speedin' in the trap, too many bodies made it hot (skrrt) Isabel Marant (ah), shoppers gettin' shot (doot-doot, doot-doot) My team verse five fiends next War Games (ah) The eagle won't even fit in the Balmains (uh-uh) I only play with my kids, these rappers all lame Bowl a ball, holes in your bald fade (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Louis cowboy boots, I'm on my Jeff chariot (ah) Wrist carats (ah), neck carats (ah) Out in Paris, 11:02, I see the Eiffel flashin' from the terrace If it's Virgil, then I'm wearin' it Rest in peace, Virgil