[ Featuring Westside Gunn, Daringer ]
Griselda
Brrt, ayo
I got samples on my feet, they ain't even made a box yet (uh-uh)
Ruger check, Glock check, Marni-mock next, it was all a process (ah)
I'm out in Mo Bay, smokin' back to back, Jah bless (budda-bye-bye)
It's the scorpion king, the glorious things
My nigga had dreads, went upstate
Now he got a baldie like Mr. Clean
Never catch me off my dean (uh-uh)
The duffle bag for Celine, my bitch Selena bad
So bad, she don't sing, she don't cook, she don't clean (uh-uh)
Body on the front porch, I seen his spleen on the Ring
In the messa with coke tales
Features with buck fifty's and a Rolls Royce boat tale (skrrt)
Don't ever come across here frontin'
Or get stomped out, forty belows
Louis, I think we onto somethin' (ah)
You think this, you think this is a pl-
You think this is La La Land, fam? You think this is a play ting?
Step on your f*ckin' neck
This is real shit, you know? (Uh)
Fly New York shit, all these hoes think I'm gorgeous (uh-huh)
Who you thought was raw is a bum I wipe the floor with (these niggas washed)
Champ like the nature boy, my figure four flawless
Before rap tapers boy, scammin', gettin' off shit
I turn your tape off if I ever come across it (f*ck outta here)
Yellow tape off, your corner have 'em lightin' torches (bap, bap)
Born with the gift of the game, I wasn't taught this
It's a bomb on my train, the thoughts stay cautious
To get different effects, I had to switch the causes
Change the course, I went from court to tours, rockin' Kors kicks (uh-huh)
Flashy, we not the same, I've been a VIP
A rapper, but I clap you like Chi-Ali (grrt)
You know the steez, if it ain't paper, cock-sucker, beat it
I've never seen y'all niggas fly in a bitch I needed
Conceited, top-seated, it cost guap to see this
All these niggas is my seeds, but they ain't got my genius
I wash all of them dirty niggas, take 'em to the cleaners
CD's come with a syringe, take it intravenous
F*ck outta here
