Griselda, by Fashion Rebels... Haha, the devil's reject, nigga Conway See, that's that's the fuck is wrong with you niggas You little niggas hard headed, man, you know Hahaha
Look, dark nights and cold mornings Gunshots, no warnings Some niggas will sell they soul just to keep some gold on 'em, uhh Pockets swoll on him, Versace clothes on him He, got the hoes on him, he lock the whole summer, who? Me nigga, 3 grams in one swisher I just pray that it's a heaven for a young nigga Leave the club, bet your bitch wanna come, nigga I know that's your girl, I drop her off when I'm done with her Or put her in a cab Leave my beef on the streets, you niggas put it in the lab Niggas write in they phones, they don't put it in the pad I just body the beats, then I put it in a bag Yeah, 850 for the rugby I'm a hustler my nigga, I'm where the drugs be My Westside Connection never drug free Throw a Ice Cube in the pot and get a dub see (Dub-C) State to state with the flake When it come to the flow, I'm like Blake on a break These niggas hate what I make Never satisfied, nigga, I take and I take Yeah, and I still keep a weapon close Niggas that never did nothing for you expect the most I'm still at it, even though I stress the most Just to see my clan with The W, Meth and Ghost These niggas dumb, deaf and broke I'm on the road to riches, I hope my exit close Pyrex got the resi' in it Top 5 dead or alive, I'm already in it, haha The street shit I'm heavy in it I hit the pussy it feel like I parked a Chevy in it, haha Getting bent 'til I puke Fifth of D'USSÉ, the sour scent in the coupe Every dollar lent I re-coup Juan Howard style, I play the bench in a suit SE we run this shit, I mean that Go tell them rapping-ass niggas The Machine backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
