[Intro]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway]
Loaded MAC hangin' from the chandelier
n***a told on his people, he couldn't stand them years
Black got 30 for a [?]
Real stand up n***a, spit in a pig's face
Audi R8 with the top missin'
Air Max Scott Pippens I was pot whippin'
[?] tickets next to gold pots
Me, West and Vinny we the old LOX
Show me where the money at
Shotgun pellets where your stomach at
Left his brains on the countertop
Flew to Cali for the sour crop
Bugali pullover wreak of fishscale
SE the gang, you know the click well
sh** f**ed up, they got El Chapo
Bricks aboard comin' from Morocco
Mix the dope with the yola pack
[?] rollin' through your hood with the loaded MAC
KG9's with the red beam
Lock you in the scope, shoot you from the mezzanine
We the hardest in New York State
So much work make the Pyrex break
Bodies on the MAC 90
Bell Harbor where you might find me
In the kitchen with the strap close
Mix the milk with the oils for the lactose
Guiseppe's with the gold bars
Gettin' bales off the f**in' boat
[Interlude]
When I start to count, we're going to start it right here
Make sure I'm all the way dead, I'm going to come back and k** my b**h
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Heatin' the pots, hand to hand, multi-colored tops
[?] and a yacht, dismantle your block
The Van Gogh hang over cots
Range Rover kickin' it, [?]
Rose herringbones and Benz drops
Kingpins with ink pens, used to rock tans creased up with the wheat Tims
Any rap n***a can get it
Rhymes superior, had the coke on the mirror
Sniffin' coke out of blue money
On the corner gettin' Jew money
0's flippin', prolific, Ros' sippin', Rolls whippin'
.44 to your forehead lift it
[Verse 3: Conway]
Flow's sickest, so gifted
b**hes blow kisses, [?] for those slippers
The dough pictures, the .44 toast grippers
Pull up with a shooter, there go the n***a now don't miss him
Young boy, all he want to do is shoot
Hired bodies in the van though like Chris and Snoop
.40 to your face get your nose wiped
SE the gang, n***a that's for life