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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Griselda
Griselda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Composer
Demond Price
Demond 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

Ah, Butcher coming, nigga They play sports I race the Porsche through the streets with choppers (woo) You know us, we like the bucks on the eastern conference (Griselda) I'm plugged on both coasts From long beach to yonkers (long beach to yonkers) So I'm somewhere in Brooklyn smoking weed from Compton (ayy) Tell me it's lit, just pull up and sell me this shit I bag a half in three-point-fives with no scale in this bitch You know how I play it I press a button, your helmet get hit (boom, boom, boom) Riding through magazine tall as a elf in the blick Beef in the air, I smell fear, I can tell you was tense Had to drop But let you slide 'cause I could tell you was bitch (pussy) I stayed in the suite for so long, I got mail at the ritz We betting on dice like the NFL on the strip I run in the club, bump into plugs, I fell on a brick Only tom brady get more rings than my telephone get This for the Ps and my co-Ds, I'm a federal with My lawyer told me to breath, them charges never gon' stick, let's go Ayo, we was bagging, some big nigga came through clapping I ducked behind french, got the mac and started (brr) He just got home from doin' a stretch, nobody put him on All he heard was west got the bricks, you gotta sneak up on him Went and got the blow from Pete, you know, Pete from Utica Did a stretch and came home and started shooting up (ah) But anyway they did five together up in Attica How I'm getting rich and they broke? It ain't adding up Niggas started plotting on me, they followed me from jummah I peeped the nautica van and yo, I gotta lose 'em (skrrt) Floating down filmore, slid up in CP One of us gotta go, it ain't gon' be me Still got the ace still, hopped out Shot Pete on june, his brains landed on wakefield (boom, boom,boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Two weeks later, we was bagging The big nigga showed up I hid behind the fridge and started clappin' (brr) Hit the nigga twice in his shoulder, he bust back but missing Then I got good shots, seven bullets in the same shot (brr, brr, brr) Now his dust missin', get the mop (ah) Get the bleach Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got my name out the kitchen Yeah (we got our name out that kitchen, nigga) Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got our name out the kitchen, look (all facts) Few thousand for the god crystals (hah) I can make a call and get the raw shipment (send that in) One shot, one kill when my dog clipped him Scored on them niggas with one bullet that's rod strickland (Hahaha) Four fifth-ed him, left him in the front seat of his car, twitching I don't know what kind of raw you been sniffing (fuck you on, nigga?) Think you fucking with me, my bars different Rock the dior with the kaws stitching, boy listen (talk to 'em) You see a spaceship when my garage doors lifting (cap) My broad a vixen, smoking billy's cigar twisting (smokin') I got my shooter with me and my dog itching He wanna empty out a clip at where Your mom's living (stand it out, nigga) Nigga, you ain't gettin' shot in your legs It's a weak shot, double back, shot him again (boom, boom, boom) All my lil' shooters keep a 30 popper on them (facts) And nine times out of ten, it's a body on them (hah) I know it's some fuck niggas that I probably offend But try to ride on me, your chances is probably thin Bro, I gotta go in, one of my niggas got indicted And the fiend overdosed They put the body on him, yeah (that's fucked up) Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got my name out the kitchen, yeah Uh, came a long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got our name out the kitchen, yeah A long way from 'caine, we was dealing Got our name out the uh
Writer(s): Homer Steinweiss, Nick Movshon, Thomas Brenneck, Eliot Dubock, Lee Fields, Leon Michels, David Guy, Tobias Panzer, Thomas Paladino, Demond Price, Jeremie Pennick, Alvin Lamar Worthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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