Westside Gunn - Big Ass Bracelet

As I look back, I watch him board the plane Ayo, ayo Brr, brr Ayo, ayo, ayo Three stripes on the Gucci, lyrics back to back, sixty-threes, we all had uzis (skrrt) Selene knee-highs over the face, lookin' spooky If you ever bought a three for fifty, nigga, you knew me (nigga, you knew me) In the ghetto, AP strapped a coke out a supie (whip) Neck full of Veert pearls, lookin' all bougie Greeted my fiends with "As-salamu alaykum" Ma's was a base head could blame it on Reagan What if I tell you drug dealer's God's favorite Three hunnid for the plate and didn't taste it (uh-uh) You ever left a tip so big you fuck the waitress (woo) I rocked my DOOM Dunks with red laces I pray for my niggas with fed cases Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet? Ayo, looking like a Margiela model at the Guggenheim (ah) Turned three to eight, that shit too divine (width) Chrome Heart goggles like I'm scuba diving Hermès seats it look like the coupe was flyin' (skrr) On the counter never knew my life would turn this great Drunk so much Chase I threw up my Papi Steak Anybody violate, I annihilate (boom, boom, boom) I switched the band on the dick, you rockin' the time today I could have fucked your bitch but I don't got the time today (I don't got the time today) Tie everybody up, we gotta find the yay (we gotta find the yay) Jamaican tank top, Jean Paul Gaultier (woo, brr) And hoes on the TEC (woo, brr) Fuck nigga, I don't play (brr) Three stoves in the kitchen, two in the basement Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet? They wire the money now, they used to wire the room (we was) We was cuttin' dog food out designer balloons (Inshallah) I was prayin' in the dirt one day I bloomed (haha) Become Hov in a metal mask I be Shawn DOOM (we die big) We live enormous, you die Big or you die alone (brr, ba! ba!) Either way you die alone, my shooter Pat Mahomes (brr) My bullet thrower I was courtside watching Syracuse play Villanova (go) I flew here straight from a vineyard in Sonoma (brrr) Talkin' coke in the rye weed growin' (haha) Bitch, I just had dinner across the room from Oprah My young boy jumped out in Giuseppe cobras and there's snow dumpin' (brrrr) This shit is nothing These pussy niggas bluffin' (woo, God) Every issue get aired out or cleared up (yeah) Chanel prayer rug My bitch said I ain't there enough I rolled up twenty bands, put it in her hand, told her, "Wear it up" (told her put her bun up) You need to praise God and fear us (you should) Find the illest, who dope den I end them niggas with two shakes of a goat pin I wrote this in the kitchen over the stove while the dope was spinnin' (woo) They shot him through the door while he was openin' it (brr) Stove Jesus on the cross screamin' "No forgiveness" (no forgiveness) No forgiveness This is Louis loafer livin' They said it's no way out (haha) But Puff backyard got the ocean in it I just hope you can swim, nigga Stove It must be crack Got me selling all my clothes Spendin' all my dough It must be crack Got me knockin' at your window at three in the morning Talkin' 'bout They know I got to love Man, get the fuck out there Even when I'm most in need I done cried when find myself here all alone Even when I'm dreaming, still standing, hm Cried tears when living's a bitch Crack still be here, in loving crack