Westside Gunn, Mach-Hommy - RIP Bergdorf (feat. Mach-Hommy)

Chunky Dunkys order green lobsters Sometimes a junky don't fiend proper Opposition jumpy off of eavesdropping Weed shoppers looking for smoke We got cheap ganja, deep diver pushing a bow She got mean knocked-ed (I fucked that bitch) I put her in a choke, she shot three rockets Now my bands cushion lil' soap This not flea market (yeah), this my jawn by appointment only Dough leave 30 grand on sweat suits, you don't know me Ayo, in Times Square, two years, you know it's Tony In vein and wire, hundred shots out the stoley Pardon my slime, he just showed a brick but only nine was real What's your life like, nigga? Mines is real (woo) Central Park in the '90s, everybody moms on crack playing The Isleys Take the Cartier buss off, that shit tiny It's a black swan event, not a black tie affair This is fashion rebel drip, no cap, buy a pair Steve McQueen, split Dior, seems bad, Max Mara was scared Donna Karan mascara will smear That kinda shit will have you banned from the Met Gala Them niggas don't lamp, they just get silent Chanel was on Xans, I was dressed stylish Etta was a fan, Lagerfeld doubted Westwood had the fresh salad I blew my wad on Vivienne face Chloe was watching outside with the window agape, creaming She made Thierry spray angel on semen Ayo, where you was at when Kenneth Cole shot Gucci up? Dapper Dan came out, thought he saw Lucifer Tory Burch started screaming, he seen an all gold Maxima Next thing you know, Perry Ellis hopped out, black trench coat Looking like Blackula Fiends on me, 'cause I cook my work with a spatula We up in Maxfield, off the massacre Find me at the God hour Dick sucks from Cleopatra in the Acura I almost crashed outta nowhere You seen Bill blast in the Jag every winter You the best thing I never had