Freestyle in Ferragamo

[Intro]
Griselda

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
My lil' nigga 15 with the choppa on him
Face got the Valentino stacking on it
SKS with the tripod
Bitches calling me the FLYGOD
I got the baddest bitches sucking dick
And eating pussy, bulletproof beneath the Stussy
H&M Alexander Wang flow
I thank the Lord for dealing blow
Cop my mother every color Range Rover
The Balmain sofa
My worst shit better than your favorite rapper
Your favorite trapper favorite trapper
This shit so fucking effortless
You shoot, you better hit it, get your melon split
Watermelon X6, the neck drenched
The Heckler in your mouth like a breath mint
I wanna be rich forever
And ever, and ever, and ever
I'm 'bout to get my shit together
No more stormy weather
Chainsmoking this Headband
Step on these Giuseppes you a dead man, fuck (Hahahaha)
I'm just fucking playing
The AK spraying (Brrt)
Your mom duke's decayin'
Playing with me nigga I don't play fair
The Yeezys 3 rack a pair

[Interlude]
You can't shoot worth nothing
I had to kill [?]
Yo, turn the car around [?]
Face up bro you wack, you can't shoot, what?

[Verse 2: Chase DeNiro]
What Sosa told Tony, can't say in front my grandmother
Come through in the meekest, whitest, lethal white Beamer like I'm Money Mitch
Puff & Big in '96 Benzes, green as some double mint
Rolling trips, money on the pavement, oh, we scraping
I am not for complications, contemplations, need my cash in full
Every rapper on my radar to a cover fader
Vader with the saber, denim looking like they cut by Fagel
Raising in the durag, undercover raincoat
Undercover long sleeves underneath the Wang, ho
Them G.O. baskets casket, boy, I'm fresh to death
From pissy hallways, they made millions off that second step
Now we mix the Ferragamo with the Fear of God
Taking selfies in Celine shades before we face the odds
A hundred middle fingers to them squad cars
Ronnie Fieg, Asics all gold just like a gold card
But this ain't Yu-Gi-Oh, my style is [?]
Turn your sister to a model, give your girl a movie role
Every time I park my car, say "motherfuck the meter"
Off-White, off the leader, I can fuck her where I meet her
I'm Derek Jeter, El Capitán
Fuck you caption, bitch, my ass remained by ragging bone
Y'all need some styling on, that's where my niggas stalling on
Man, half you fucking stylish you can't style at all
When I was 15, I used to go and share jeans
23, I'll spend a band on McQueen tees
Just because the stitches right, work behind the wires
Hit a base if you listen right, go and get your chicken right
Hundred if you kitchen right, share that bitch
110 if you whipping right, go and get you business right
Boy this just the gift of life

[Outro]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels