Gothic Clothes

[Verse 1: Hus Kingpin]
Yeah
More or less it's the winner's clique
I split your shit
Twin crips snuggle with the clips
Cozy
Hundred shots leave a nigga holy
Moly
I'm like Moulder with the X-Files style
Behold the Vic Spence
Wave lord experience
I got you niggas feeling tenuous
I bent my wrist with the cuff grip
Grab the grip out the holster for the culture
I turn nigga's brain fluids to mimosa
Adios ya
Johnny Walker my cup, drunk up
Jeans tucked with the money lump
Sit down
Y'all niggas buy jeans with your kneecaps out
If Sean P was here hе'd duff y'all niggas out
This is New York, Chi Town, L.A
Anywhere in bеtween, weave a dream
Watch for niggas that switch teams, LeBron niggas
I put y'all niggas in line
My little Frankenstein babies, lord willing

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
Uh
Tarnish your soul with Nigerian hopes
Smearing the cake all on the table while she gripping the pole (Baby)
This year I should be sick in a hole
But I'm out here getting the dough
Break bread with my niggas when it grows
Straight out the oven flow, get your mittens
Fix the whole kitchen up, Chanel plates
Kicks make you wanna hide a snail face
Y'all got pastel taste
I'm luxurious
Glorified there could never be two of us
Top of the game and I don't want to
I want you to know that I just want you dead
'Nuff said
You the type to buy a jersey and then distress it
I'm the type to type your birdie a message
Like "Is you coming to the crib or naw?"
She replied back fast
Came back to my crib in just a trenchcoat and I laughed
Wear my flesh on my sleeve, who care about ya?
You not better than me, you wear a blouse brah