Red Tops Hall & Nash

[Intro]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, look; you're nobody 'til you catch a body (Cap)
My little head busta on his second body (Huh)
FNH with the fuckin' drum
I told him, "Don't leave 'til you hit everybody" (Cap)
For a minute I was strugglin'
Niggas wasn't real as I thought, fuck 'em then (Fuck 'em)
Had to get off that couch and start hustlin' (Uhuh)
Where your set nigga? I can bring a duffle in
Took a few losses, I accepted it
Made a few nobodies relevant (Huh)
Niggas runnin' they mouth and fuckin' tellin' shit (Tsk)
Better use your head before you get a shell in it
Bitches tell me my dick is a gift from the Lord
I said, "That's the way I feel 'bout the shit I record" (Hahahaha)
Thinkin' sweet, but if I hit you, I bet you you fall (Cap)
Smith & Wess' 500 break the bricks in the wall
Hall & Nash, West and Con, nigga, we upper echelon
Rap Dez Bryant and Megatron
Hit his stomach with the blammer, blood on my Gammas (Uh)
Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana (Huh)
Homie this ain't what you want
That shit you talkin' only gon' get you in the trunk (For real)
Before you know it, you've been missin' for a month (For a month?)
Hall & Nash, yeah, shout out my nigga Monk (Uh)