[Intro:] (Libertad! Libertad! Libertad! Libertad!) Manolo: REHBENGAAAA (Libertad! Libertad! Libertad! Libertad!) Tony: Rehbenga! From a friend you fucked
[Westside Gunn:] This the Fashion Week murderer Face in a Raf Simons mask, chain burglar Roll you in a Persian rug Victim of the ghetto Mess hall, make sure u put the razor in his jello Ringside, watching Canelo Clip hangin' from the Heckler, went to plug yo Me and hector, pour out the nectar For all my niggas under pressure Doin like 20 bullets or better I'm talkin' 20 chains on the Moschino sweater
[Conway:] Look look Leave a nigga layin' in the street Broad day, fuck who outside, fuck whoever see SE, let them hammers bang AKs, bananas hang Pull up on ya sprayin' on that corner where y'all stand and hang Homie, you can't just approach me Me and my brother brought the toughness to New York Mason and Oakley Snipe you through ya momma window, paint the upholstery I'm that nigga, ok? Listen closely (you hear me?) My homie upstate rockin' a rosary 15 for an attempt Somehow the nigga he shot lived, the nigga went and snitched That's how these fake niggas is movin' But it's greatness I'm pursuin' with this gangsta shit I'm spewin' Griselda Records Get out the way, nigga/ We movin' We goin' to MTV Awards and takin' niggas' Cubans I'm only rockin Fashion Rebels shit My bitch in couture fashion-level shit/ I'm the shit
[Westside Gunn:] Ayo Amy Winter, call me later So many SBs, you thought I was a skater Hit 'em with the banger like Rebenga Try to lock the yayo with a hanger Amy Winter, call me later So many SBs, you thought I was a skater Hit 'em with the banger like Rebenga Try to lock the yayo with a hangerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
