Folie Á Deux

(Conductor) ayo

Extravagant gat, ravishing

Rockin' full moons

My hi-point have me arrogant

My whole team smothered in Marine

Stashing crack in my Celine drawers

Niggas got wet, shot up Geraldine's

Mason jars, Maison Margiela scarves

Macintosh catalogue

The illest shit ever, I swear to God

We let you all have it

50 hanging out the stick

Now I made a sure classic

Had to throw the work in acid

Every verse we work the magic

Dior jacket one of one (One)

Left with the moon, came back with the sun

(Sun)

You fuck niggas done (Fuck niggas done)

My shooter don't shoot unless it has drum

(Has drum)

Crescent moons and indica trees

Got three killas to the left of me

When they get a whiff of death it pleases-me

He got four mill' at a

Safe house on the lake

Start with his pops, Pitchfork his face

Make his bitch beg please

Then sledgehammer both her knees