Conway - Pray For Buffalo lyrics

[Intro] That's why I swear man, we rockin' the name Griselda [?] everyday. Ain't no point of rockin' no other brand, cuz our sh** flyer than their sh** anyway Qué poco queda... Qué poco queda... Griselda, by Fashion Rebels [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] On the road to the riches, tri-colored Benz's with interest Balmain moto, eatin' Sotto Sotto Cuban links, bolo enter your head, polo for dolo Gunshots Manolo, poppin' PJ when I show doe Coke prices so-so, 40 for a whole dough [?] in the microwave, fried rice nice The greens was creased, Jesus piece [?] spinnin' Seems like the lames ain't want to knock no more, Glock in jaw [?] a n***a knock it off, top his Porche Kick in your door, son's special, we'll wet you All red Ralph lookin' like the Devil, we fly n***as Tell Donna yo we got her, Prada rockers Garlic bu*ter on the chops and lobsters Ran hammers like [?] Sanders You know the grammar glammer, hid the nine in the hamper [Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo] [Verse 2: Conway] Yeah, it's all real n***a, look All I need is a gun and key A kush trap where I can see brick money from keys I don't f** with these rap n***as, now they gunnin' for me You wouldn't even be familiar if it wasn't for me You can't even f** with the sh** I don't write I got hit in the head, I'm blinkin' everything on sight That's on God n***a, I ain't finna fight I'ma put out your lights and I ain't even have to hit you twice Same clip, I ain't reload n***as use the sack to justify not livin' by the G code Regardless of how much bread in your stash That won't stop a junkie from findin' your head in the trash I'll send a shooter to your residence fast Wavin' the Wesson with the vest and a mask Like, "where the rest of the cash?" Look, reject back from hell, hit the wax, inhale Clap your shell, Griselda jack you with the Taxi 12's, Conway [Interlude] Qué poco queda... Qué poco queda... Qué poco queda... Griselda Hey fam, I'm the king of New York, king of the [?] I'm the king when it comes to puttin' guns in your mouth