The Rivington

Yeah, this shit beautiful nigga
(The Free Nationals)

Look, Pyrex got the Cocaine resin in it
See the wrappers in the trash
We was heavy whippin'
Used to bag it up and finesse the kitchen
Feds close cross the mob let the dezzy lift 'em
Told him, "No trapping 'round here" but he ain't never listen
Had my youngins kick his door, now his fetti missing
They found his body but his head is missin'
Spent his bread with my jeweler he made the bezzy glisten
Blood bottles got the pony head
Three racks with the christen and copped the only pair
I put up numbers nigga, Kobe here
Diamonds in the Rollie clear
Grammy week but twenty of my homies dead

Holla, holla, holla
If you want to have my suite (I got you, oh)
Holla, holla, holla
If you want to have my suite (I got you, hey, hey, yeah)

Ayo, you like the bag on my dope
Cook all my dope
I had to get a mote, you took all the dope
Paying niggas no mind, them other niggas broke
Shoot out some .223 semi hand me my scope
You the best bitch ever
Plus you cook the best jerk
All pink FNH in your purse
We love to eat, watch the ocean
When we get home, I'm a eat you 'til you cry
Buy you furs in July, just for nothing
Shot up your ex-nigga house, I was bugging
You looking at me when you suck it
Do your mom know you do that?
I blew your back out first date
"Yo West, can you nut on my face?"
I fell in love right there

Holla, holla, holla
If you want to have my suite (I got you, oh)
Holla, holla, holla
If you want to have my suite (I got you, hey, ay, yeah)