[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
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[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