No Vacancy

You ever made love to the pot? I ain’t think so
You ever threw up from smellin' too many kilos?
The 'migos, Nigos, we reload the free throws
The Margiela peacoat, the regal
Four story house I got off Ebro, the VLONE
Rest in peace Vino (Ah), rest in peace Kino, the Spiegel
The seagulls, April fresh ego
Slam you on your neck like Bruno Sammartino
Welcome home Tito, you proud and sippin' pinot
My shooter shot five niggas in a row, we yell «Bingo», my nino (Boom, boom,
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bulletproof Bentleys parked outside the Whitney (Skrrt)
You need it, nigga, hit me, vacuum seal it, then you ship it (Ah)