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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Griselda
Griselda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Composer
Desmond Price
Desmond Price
Composer
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Composer
Thomas Paldino
Thomas Paldino
Composer
Eliot Dubock
Eliot Dubock
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Butcha
Beat Butcha
Producer
Daringer
Daringer
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Gonzalo Contreas
Gonzalo Contreas
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Know what the fuck is up, nigga (Uh) Griselda shit, nigga (Griselda) GxFR, nigga Smash and scrape, pussy (Yeah) Who runnin' the shit? (Runnin' the shit) It's not even close (Hah) The double-R Cullinan and the shotty is close That's them Buffalo niggas They catch the bodies the most (Brr) Thirty on my hip, I bet I will not get approached (What's poppin', nigga?) My son gon' be a hustler, I see it all in his eyes (Ah) Pole on the backseat every foreign I drive (No cap) My connect like Domino's, I can order a pie I hit him back like, "Matter fact, I want all your supply" (Bring me all that shit, papi) We used to skip school, luggin' a big tool (Hah) My dog locked, we on the dance floor Under the table, switch shoes In Brentwood, mansion with the big pool (Woo) Rockin' my big jewels I came up makin' fish move (Ah, whip that shit up, nigga) Don't call my phone if you ain't buyin' ten kilos My OG used to be the source like Benzino (Hahaha) I'm like Sosa with the goons I can send people (I send my goons) Versace down, drive the Ferrari like I'm Vin Diesel (Ah, yo, vroom, uh, yeah) Griselda the label but you niggas know better to play with us And I'ma be stackin' and weighin' up soon as I feel like this rap shit don't pay enough (Uh) Cop nine, sold eight, yeah, it's late, but you know me, I'm stayin' up Bougie bitch, yeah, that's my type You need six figures just to lay with her (Uh) Ran it up 'cause I trap a lot (Uh) These niggas know about the cash I got But my plug still playin' broke He in Old Navy in a Apple Watch When I'm gettin' into fish weight I don't need bait or a tackle box I'm a real dope boy, nigga, on my birthday I got a half a block Niggas won't rock me to sleep (Nah) I took big risks just so we could eat Sold grams, even stumbled over a hundred bands in a B and E Everybody get money, even quarter ounce boys make a G a week (They eatin') It's about who you feedin', nigga, if it's bleedin' Nigga, give the team a piece I was young in the state pen Just enough time to make friends If we link up and make plans (Shake hands) It's a done deal if we shake hands You won't understand me 'less you move your Family to a place they feel safe in (Alright) Fuck what these hoes talk about 'cause I'm more concerned what the bank sayin' Couple things you should pick up on My rules, you'll be stickin' to 'em Principles what we sittin' on If he got hawked, we get blickers to him Comfortable in my own hood Same type of time that Nip was on (God bless the dead) But I already beat the odds 'Cause they say gangsters never live this long, uh Brr, ayo Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, boom, boom, boom My shooter doin' bad again (My shooter doin' bad again) My shooter doin' bad again (My shooter doin' bad again) Hey yo, I buy the G, get you (I buy the G, get you, brr) I got the MAC in the fiend rental (I got the MAC in the fiend rental, brr) Pulled up (Skrrt), who the fuck said what? Porter FILA with the bocaine dust (Skrrt) Trust nobody but Pootie, fell in love with the Uzi at sixteen Full-length mink on, bird with the Snoopy (Brr) Gold Lex' wagon, Lex Luger, cruiserweight coke Don't make me shoot you (Huh), your brains get blown out I bet it's beautiful (I bet it's beautiful, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) The black Jake the Snake, Just Don kit (Ah) Watch a nigga fly away (Watch a nigga fly away) Somebody gotta die today (Somebody gotta die today) I know where your mama stay (I know where that bitch stay) I know where your grandmama stay (I know where that bitch stay) So many bullets, set your whole house on fire Been hot, whole neck full of shit from King of Diamonds (Ah) It's all about timin' (Ah) Eatin' fine dinin' (Ah) Coke with fine china
Writer(s): Desmond Price, Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Thomas Paldino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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