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[Intro: Estee Nack]
Fashion Rebels
(Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayo (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Nackman (Yeah)
These niggas understand, bro
Ayo

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Waist deep and it's missin', we aim high (Thrift shop)
Make your brain fire (Brr)
Got a hot one for you and anybody livin' the same lie
Grenade fly (Boom), empty a clip in a lame guy (Uh-huh)
Son is Dame, hot with a half a brick on the train ride
My lane stay wide (Adlib), face-dive into a pile of cash (Ching)
Bitches tryna smash, I'm Dash, yeah, we infinite, Dahmer flash
Instantly rich, a minister grindin' fast
Slime your ass out on the ave', we're gettin' the final lap
Bloodbath, that ain't Allah teachin', it's Pac-Man (Ah)
White powder, creepin' with black mass
Bowler match potato crack stash, hot glass, I'm reachin' the sat' last
Demon, I'm comin' with, eager to clap and crash (Woah)
You niggas tracks trash (Garbage), hearin' beats, so where the pacifier is?
Back, nah, I ain't tryna hear you rap
Backin' out the rear, that's like this pen and pad (It's gone)
Trap buzzin', on my life, a nigga really snapped
Home Alone 2, I've been crafted since underaged
Honey glazin' the Backwood, blunt of haze, trappin' heavy
A hundred days is a second of rug waves, gun blaze (Boom)
Head a hundred grades of rambo, niggas turn into runaways track athletes
Decathalon, you niggas math is wrong
Is that an elephant in the room or a mass don? Atom bomb (Boom)
Old NackDonald had a farm, six you niggas growin', it ain't half as strong (Bling)
The flash is on, that rope's hangin', just like a jeweler case, silk safe
With a Ruger that move your face, coupe de grace (Baow)
Nigga crib in Orlando, got too much space
I came from the hard ways of human ways (Duh)
Can you relate? I'm real gifted (Uh-huh)
Play and get killed, it's pretty bitches sayin' "I feel this" (Mami)
Ounce of blood up out a hater, can speal inch (Blaow)
Fiend copped a couple days ago and he still lifted (Bassline)
Seven sales with the porter rise , sit 'em, my stop
Back in this later, with some more to cop, warnin' shots (Baow)
Headlines, makin' early mornin' drops
Tour de France (Bonjour), the dripped sauce, cake goin' hot
Droptop (Drop), drivin' reckless, heffers is definitely by the breakfast (Yeah)
Early bird'll swerve in and shine the Lexus (Skrrt)
Mind your necklace (Mind your necklace)
Overlook it, the amount of flex is proper diamond
We on the grind of bestie's

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, ayo, I'm off the coast, on a boat, talkin' dope
Walk in my King Corso, embracin' what the strings wrote
Givency, bubble B's on a jean coat
Fiend slow, my niggas got life, but he keep hope
He ain't seen a calendar since 2013, my eyes seen the worst things
Bricks on the scale, lookin' like Hercules
My Teresa lookin' like a murder scene
Craig Laurent sweats, lookin' like they had surgery
I killed niggas ten years straight, and still the dopest
So ahead of my time, I got a 2025 penny
And a Louis Vuitton loafer, slide over
Super slime callin' to rhyme Jehovah
Pablo Escobar's tryna tie to your style
I'm tired of your rhymes, shut up and die
Kickin' door ribs, I tape it, 'til I ate wings on the shelf, flyin'
If hell is hot, Eastside Buffalo cayenne frys pan
Residue, crack social residue
Ask around my fiends, like they put me on a pedestal
Layin' on the cot, readin' like an intellectual
I plug your plug and my plug came from Mexico, nigga

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
One take, nigga
The fuck you thought? Super Flygod, nigga
Ah