Broken Bottles

Griselda, we where the smoke at, aye! Facts, nigga (yeah) I told him, I said, "West, call me when you want the dirty work done" (yeah) Feeling hot already Yo, let's go, look, yo I got a large bag of clips, hard hats, and sticks My squad tagging shit, y'all catch attempts You leave the house, have some sense, nigga, grab the blick My lil' homie left without it and I ain't get to dap him since My slime think I'm homie, so he call me Bloody It's a blessing when your plug lets you short him 20 On parole, I was going all in with ten These funny hustlers out here owing more than they spend She fuck with you, you buy her a Chanel watch She fly up with 12 blocks, I buy her a nail shop I listened to the lies in their lines that they tell, shocked Six months before I signed, had a pie in the mailbox I heard they sick about me rapping 'bout the drugs I stretch I'ma write a whole album 'bout the plugs I met Uh, my dog came home, we told him, "Welcome back" First day out, bought a .40 and a Griselda tat I don't got no new friends, that's how you get loose ends I need that Benz truck, yeah, that great white with two fins Major deal for what? Uh, that's gon' cost him two Ms Truth is, I'ma clear a half a million before New Years These lil' niggas satisfied with BAPE outfits I need a Wraith out it, big shit, lake houses I'm talking condos just for safe houses, Space Mountain I'm tryna see so much bread, I gotta take counseling Y'all like these rappers, but I don't find it amusing, no I don't buy they movement, so I don't buy they music I wrote get rich manuals where I provide the blueprint And with pride, I preach this new shit, just like I'm inside a pulpit Top of the year, I came and woke these niggas up Made they names sound different when I spoke these niggas up, uh I stay hungry just laying my hustle down Ain't no fucking around with Benny and Uncle Al Griselda, the Butcher coming, nigga In this game, you take some losses, I was straight, I ate with bosses On my plate, that yay was flawless, we out in Vegas racing Porsches My dawgs laid in coffins, one died in a shootout No bullets left, he got slept tryna change his cartridge Caught my nephew with some work, I guess he caught himself trapping with it I said, "Just know the consequences if they catch you with it Nah, I ain't mad you dealing, hit me, I send it at you, nigga And show you how to ship it with bubble wrap and a vacuum sealer" The Butcher coming, y'all know the motto Those Sopranos had fiends smoking white outta Sprite soda bottles Mob boss like I'm Joe Todaro My dollars long and my plug got a farm like he Old MacDonald I'm the boss, so where they go, they follow It's penalties for touching me, so just be careful where you throw them hollows I sold dope like it was no tomorrow That got me cash and my watch glass like it's made of broken bottles The Butcher coming, nigga Aye!