DunnHill
Ayo, I'm at the Intercontinental, baggin' up
Talkin' 'bout your North fly, nigga, bitch, is you dumb?
Dunnhill, apin' out and put a one on the one
Mini TEC on the lap, that's a gun on a—
Back to back Rolls with the tops off (Skrrt)
Poppy steak schnitzel with some hot sauce (Mmm)
Vic Van Ruff on the sawed-off (Mmm)
These niggas prayin' on my downfall
Nigga, grab the blush, blow him off (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Everybody hit him, that's the protocol (Ah)
Hotel cars, eatin' shrimp like a boss (Ah)
Nigga, rock a bus, tow a forty-carter car (Ah)
Bitch thought she coming home with me, I'm a star (I'm a star)
Little Russian model bitch, I fucked in the jaw (Ah)
Two-fifty, easy on her arm, pick an arm (Mmm)
East side nigga, I can bag Nia Long (Mmm)
Roof at the view, you see the view of Milan (Ah)
I've been pissin' Dom all week, I'm a don (Mmm)
Sean Don, yeah, yeah, spot him, Just Don (Ah)
Sippin' 99 fried rice with some prawns (Ah)
Twenty on your head, you'll be gone by the morn' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Only nigga in my city, back to back foreigns (Skrrt)
Fashion Week, my white bitch suckin' and snortin' (Ah)
Me and Verdy out in Harajuku, remorseless (Ah)
Gucci trench, Gucci goggles on like I'm snorkelin' (Ah)
Heated floors in my garage for the Porsche