Yeah, Conway, bitch Machine, bitch Griselda, bitch, Statik Selektah You know what's up nigga Tec, what up my nigga
Look, one call, papi sendin' off load Trey pound with the long nose, send you niggas to the crossroads I used to whip the raw upon my aunt stove Remember I don't know how to whip it, I lost O's Them bodies in the hood, my niggas caught those I had to cut my nigga off, I heard my dog told, whoa She seen the Rollie and your broad choose I back this MAC out, you niggas all froze (they pussy) I'm just paintin' pictures, niggas ain't as vivid Kept it gangsta, now they wanna jump in my lane and switch it Aim the stainless Smith and Wesson at your cranium and lift it I'm just tryin' to explain to you I'm different Uhh, I was raised a little different Catch me on [?] droppin' Franklins on [?] shit I got a box and I'ma off it in a week Lately it's been kind of hard for me to sleep, 'cause it's
There's money on my mind and it's bodies on my pistol Youngin on parole, he still ridin' with his blick though I just get a word, he pull up and let his clip go Griselda in this bitch, and you know how this shit go Youngin got bodies on his gun, nigga And he lookin' for some more Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeah
Look, you pussy niggas keep on playin' Til I pull up with them 50 shots and keep on sprayin' I'm the illest with the shit, that's what they keep on sayin' Plug keep sendin' that box, then I'ma keep on weighin' I'ma keep on cookin', I'ma keep on whippin' You niggas still catchin' cases, niggas keep on snitchin' Damn, you niggas got robbed again, you niggas keep on bitchin' Need another body, my trigger finger keep on itchin' Look, Griselda, nigga, we more different Machine, bitch, he more gifted, you can't fuck with me or mystic Westside Gunn, I green light, they squeeze off blickers Gotta re more like 3 more fishes I've been independent but, homie I'm conductin' Lyor business Listen close, shout out my B-more niggas, nigga (Y'all niggas better enjoy this shit, nigga More Steroids, nigga... haha)
There's money on my mind and it's bodies on my pistol Youngin on parole, he still ridin' with his blick though I just get a word, he pull up and let his clip go Griselda in this bitch, and you know how this shit go Youngin got bodies on his gun, nigga And he lookin' for some more Yeah, 3 bodies on his gun, nigga And he 'bout to make it four, yeah, yeah yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
