Moselle Griselda

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
A landslide, nigga
Huh, this shit is, this shit is a landslide, nigga

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, this the theme music for the pie stretchers (Whip up)
I whipped five, I got five extras (Hah)
Three Everybody is F.O.O.D. tapes, a trifecta (Cap)
Show these niggas in the game how to apply pressure (Rock shit up, nigga)
All my bitches got a bag and they drive Tesla (Uh-huh)
Bust down the Cubans, I lit my neck up (You see the neck, bitch)
Landslidin' on niggas, don't even try to catch us
Hollow tips flyin' out of my Heckler (Brr)
We came a long way from that Digiscale
That shit too small to weigh up the shit I sell (Hahaha)
Pink Spade for my bitch, she don't do Zinfandel
Y'all ain't the only niggas gettin' money, boy, we rich as well (Hah)
Rich as hell, shooter empty out his clip and bail (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Sniffin' yayo so long, he lost his sense of smell (Smell shit)
Before I left Cali, I sent the bale (Haha)
Hit Goose, told him, "Look out for it, it's in the mail"
I leave a nigga living room floor full of blicky shells (Brr)
Broke, we gotta kill his baby mama too, that bitch'll tell (Get that bitch too)
I'm stackin' all the profit off of every brick I sell (Cap)
I bet you pussy niggas wish I fail (Hahaha)