Niagara Cafe - Westside Gunn

Balenciagas got 42 on ‘em like Jackie Robinson

Pulled up (Skr), baddest bitch you ever seen hopping in

City of Good Neighbors, coke pots, smoking jaws

Dropped in for, passed them niggas on the way up (Ah)

Every nigga got a Judas, I had two of ‘em

He fell back from that lick, I should’ve knew something

True story, fed this nigga, but when the Feds came, nigga

Fuck that nigga, lord

Politicking, we counting bicken, wifey in the kitchen bitching

Residue in the Versace dishes, ain’t no fucking competition

My nigga ain’t even home

He talking digits, wipe the digits off the .40

Fly nigga since a shorty

You heard who killed who, nigga?

Long story