(Griselda by Fashion Rebels) You know what the fuck it is Yo
Feel a rush when we touch papes (Uh-huh) Copped drugs, opened up duct tape, my aim's to fill up safe My nigga just came home from upstate (Yeah) Next stop is top of the world like Brandy and Mase Ferraris to race, the mule and the forty-acre plays (Uh-huh) Still with a trap phone ringin' they used to call for base (What?) Cuddies in the hall, saw it all, knew it was more to chase Tell me how you view this shit a marathon or a race? (What?) No comparison to my pace, I'm still lappin' niggas Dumb thinkin' we neck and nеck they only seein' half the picture Thе other half of the Kodak Black Tunnel vision what they lack that's why we ain't never interact (Never) Old-school shit, put a little ammonia in the crack Different kind of batch, when I rap, it's like Cinemax Songs from a sinner, few regrets, I gotta live with that Pour the gas, lit the match, now it's all flames I'm Ghost Rider speedin' in the lanes, swingin' chains You niggas is small change, the biker jacket is Balmain (Uh) This the eight ball in the corner pocket, I call game Pull out your cord, fall on your sword absorin' all game (Yeah) I'm a lord, you a fuckin' stain Get knocked off like dark-skin Jermaine no need to explain (Bow-bow)
Brrt (Super FLYGOD) Ayo
Prada stains on the Willy Chava' (Ah) , phones is liver (Ah) Meet me at the Ritz in a half an hour If the money ain't all there then shoot his ass (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) I came through 40 cal in a lucha mask (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Same shit from Rey Mysterio versus the Big Show Jaden Smith melt the Louboutins on my big toe Lick up by the liquor store and wait for my signal If he gotta go, we gotta— (Mm) You outta pocket get your shit lopsided (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Eastside Buffalo niggas all violent (Brrt, doot-doot-doot-doot) Pray for your Co-Ds, niggas stay silent (Ah) Gas stoves tickin', lit the pilot for the malice (Woo) I was up in USP in designer (Ah) 055, in my cell eatin' lasagna (Mm) I know you know your whole clique vagina (Ah) I know you know (I know you know)
You know what I'm sayin'? I just feel like, you know, nobody can fuck with me So, but like Rome, incredible artist Incredible, this is just the beginnin' with him