E.I.F.

Griselda, Griselda, Griselda By Fashion Rebels, by Fashion Rebels, by Fashion Rebels Yeah, uh-huh, yeah Spooky shit, nigga Way too spooky, nigga, look Hard work instead of talent But I work harder than niggas and I got better talent (that's a fact) Than any nigga that ever challenged And tried to knock me off my toes I had to show him I had better balance (yeah) Everybody is food, hoodie fake them diamonds Get head in Dallas, my bitch thick like Meg Thee Stallion As you can see, my bread is piling Still got the elbows flyin' like I'm Randy Savage, uh Lately, the bitches give me more vagina Niggas thought I was broke so I bought more designer I wore the kind of shit your hoe admire Luxury foreign driver, pistol possession in all my priors These niggas all are liars I know some zoes who'll push your shit From Opa-locka to Fort Myers with carbon fire A hundred for my line-up My rich white bitch, her mind was distorted kinda She snorted imported China, yeah (sniff) Pop the Taurus and tore a swine up In front of the whole hood, just to give 'em a short reminder Now I'm in position, I got all kind of people callin' my line That I ain't see when I was on the climb up (where was you, nigga?) I still cop jewels and rock ice Seen Trig on the news, my dude just got life (damn) Rock the Christian Loubs without spikes My team can't win without me like Bulls without Mike, ah "Everybody is food," I told them niggas They ain't believe me when I said it, I showed them niggas (I showed them niggas) I put the yola in the pot, put the soda on top Make it lock, now the knots won't fold, my nigga (talk to 'em) "Everybody is food," I told them niggas (everybody food, nigga) They ain't believe me when I said it, I showed them niggas We got extendos in the Glock, if it's drama, let me know We pull up (let me know what's poppin', nigga), hop out, put holes in niggas, ah And your bitch see me Versaced down Now I get the money and I just watch it pile (I just pile my shit up, nigga) Big rocks in the dial where the watch is now The face flooded, but the band is all crocodile (cap) These rappers tryna jump in my lane and copy style But you too docile, poppin' choppers is not your style (that ain't your style, nigga) Bust down the Cuban, my Dominican bitch is chocolate brown In Spanish Harlem eating Bacalao They gave my nigga Bettis 40 when he got the trial I just pray he win that appeal, and they knock it down (free the homie) Let a nigga get out of pocket now I'll drop a bag and have a shooter knock him down while I watch and smile Yeah, a thousand for my belt Murals in different countries without an album on the shelf Already did it on my own, nigga, now you wanna help? I was broke and on the come-up I ain't have nobody but myself (fuck where was you at, nigga?) And Daringer, on West and Benny And really, we apparently the best, the semi I got it with me, I'll air him with the skrrt and spin him When it hit him, and it's tearin' in his flesh I'm apparently a threat 'cause they compare me to the best But who really fuckin' with me? 'Cause I ain't hear a nigga yet I'm from May Street, sellin' crack and carryin' a TEC Told you it's gettin' spooky, this shit is scarin' 'em to death, ah "Everybody is food," I told them niggas They ain't believe me when I said it, I showed them niggas (I showed them niggas) I put the yola in the pot, put the soda on top Make it lock, now the knots won't fold, my nigga (talk to 'em) "Everybody is food," I told them niggas (everybody food, nigga) They ain't believe me when I said it, I showed them niggas We got extendos in the Glock, if it's drama, let me know We pull up (let me know what's poppin', nigga), hop out, put holes in niggas, ah