Westside Gunn ft. Stove God Cooks - Vogue cover Lyrics

I let the work dry on the Vogue cover
Made it snow for seven whole summers
Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers
Don't ask the price, bitch, you know the numbers
Out the pot, set it on the Vogue cover
It's gon' blizzard for the whole summer
Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers
Birds go fast, bitch

Ayo, kick down your door in my Lanvins (ah)
Left wrist, right wrist dancin' (ah)
Hermès helicopter, landed in the Hamptons (ah)
Gaze down the leg, I was walkin' like I'm crampin' (ah)
Walked in the bank, the bank bitch called me handsome (ah)
Make it hand-to-hand, sportin' one of one Vanses (woo)
Ayo, ayo (ayo, ayo, FLYGOD)
Ayo, tripped over roses, why these niggas on my shoulders?
Shoppin' sprees and diamond loaders, brought 'em by come up in coma (skrrt)
Hear some shots at any moment, full count, I had to go and park
Showed my paperwork, then they welcome me with open arms
My triple beam and my SB's got a bird on it (ah)
Lisa came back with a stem and a fifty
Said she left earth on it, let her twerk on it (woo)
She started singin' like Eddie Levert on it

Baby, hold on to me (brrt)
See I'm a special kind (brrt)
A man that is hard to find
Told you a thousand times (brrt)
Baby, hold on to me (brrt)
Oh, baby, hold-

Plug had me sittin' at his crib for seven hours (he did)
He mowed the lawn, washed all his cars
and watered the flowers (shit was crazy)
Back of my mind, I'm like, "Nigga, go get the powder" (go get it)
It pays to hit the last free-throw shots when you down one (woo)
And he just want see how much I really want it (yeah)
And if a little time'll make a nigga give up on him (it won't)
Fuck it, I'll sit here and wait
'Cause we gon' stuff so many in the door
panel won't screw on straight (keep goin')
Twenty-eight, twenty-eight (twenty-eight)
thirty-six twenty-eights (twenty-eight)
We do numbers through the Cartiers (twenty-eight)
Every day for a month, had his block sprayed up
She said, "Your jewelry cost what? "
I said, "A Mustang truck, bitch" (a Mustang truck, bitch, bitch)
This ain't luck, bitch, this brick's weighed up, bitch (bitch)
Them niggas ain't us bitch (bitch, no)