Free Nationals 13. The Rivington (Feat. Conway, Westside Gunn, Joyce Wrice)

Yeah, this shit beautiful, nigga

The Free Nationals

Look, Pyrex has got the cocaine resi in it

See the wrappers in the trash, we was heavy whippin'

Used to bag it up in Vanessa kitchen

Fifth close, cross the mob, let the dezzy lift 'em

Told him, "No trappin' '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 Presi' glisten

Blood bottoms got the pony hair

Three racks, went to Christian and copped the only pair

I put up numbers, nigga, Kobe here

Diamonds in the Rollie clear

Grammy week with twenty of my homies there

Holla, holla, holla if you want to

At my suite (I got you, oh)

Holla, holla, holla if you want to

At my suite (I got you, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yo, you like to bag all my dope, cook all my dope

I had to get 'em OT, you took all the dope

Payin' niggas no mind, them other niggas broke

Shoot outs, the .223s, 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'ma eat you 'til you cry

Buy you furs in July, just for nothin'

Shot up your ex-nigga house, I was buggin'

You lookin' at me when you suck it

Do your moms know you do that?

I blew your back out first day

"Yo West, can you nut on my face?"

I fell in love right then

Holla, holla, holla if you want to

At my suite (I got you, oh)

Holla, holla, holla if you want to

At my suite (I got you, ayy, ayy, ayy)