Hall lyrics

by

Prodigy of Mobb Deep


[Verse: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, ayo, ayo
Ayo, Buscemis with the cages
Camo Valentino off the runway on the corner serving work like a baker (Griselda)
Fiends fallin' out the sky for it
My pack's ten a piece
Shot his baby mom's house he thought sh*t was sweet
Whole team rocking Hender Schemes and McQueen
My n*gga got a fresh 15 at McKean
Bodies dropping on the regular, my town ain't sh*t
Get money, get killed, n*ggas scared to get rich
Look like somebody wrote all over the Raf Simmon drips
White b*tch out the Six, suckin' di*ks, speakin' French
That's life for me
I got too many shooters that'll come take a f*ck n*gga whole life for free
These not Timbs little n*gga, these Balmains
Please get it right for me
Ayo, they got the FLYGOD hangin' off the cross, rockin' Hugo Boss
TECs with air holes yo, he had to cool them off
Style on Forbes, I'm talkin' Double X L
Told pus*y I need a skirt, I sent 10 in the mail
Break 'em down, we all bag, weigh the eights with a hand scale
Grams sell like clockwork, the shootin' was Mach' work
Make sure he knock first, we dealin' for Fox worth
Hopped out the GL Benz, OVO tens
Wang windbreaker with no wind
Fresh out that cell, I got a brick and a MAC
Maybach back-to-back, wrist need to relax
Been whippin' all night fingers swelling like crack
Yo, what's your name, hun? My name West, what's your digits?
In '98 I wore two Cubans up in Clinton, now I'm a legend
Let me talk fly for a second
I had you lookin' tall in Giuseppes while you naked
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