Westside Gunn - Vivian At The Art Basel (Feat. Your Old Droog)

[Chorus: Your Old Droog] [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] [Chorus: Your Old Droog] [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, I'm lookin' like Vivian Blake Fiend said he'd take it still wet, give me an eight Don't compare me to no nigga, nigga I'm me Chefs had the apron on bakin' a key I had to be [?] Givenchy tote with the Rottweiler hair FNH57 tucked in the black [?] Red Balenciaga with the black strings Gucci been dead since Tom Ford left Still smell the blood on Gianni's doorsteps I hope they fade away On my third gold bottle to take the pain away Sell coke for a Cavalli coat Residue on the black Pusha T's for steppin' on the dope No Malice said pray for me I got some little niggas that'll come spray him for me Sip on the [?] 'bout to bust out on sunset Bossa nova lunch, gave the brick a Cobra Clutch Get you wacked for a [?] All red Ozweegos, at the art basel, black Desert Eagle