The Old Groove Griselda (Ft. Novel)

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[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, where I'm from, these nigga shoot bitches and kids (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Megabus upstairs, I had it taped to my ribs (Ah)
Stupid motherfucker ain't find a brick in the fridge
Only got 10K, fuck that, we goin' back, Lord
(Man, fuck that, man, we goin' back, I told you the fuckin' brick was in the fridge, yo)
10K, fuck that, we goin' back, Lord (Westside baby need a Fendi stroller)
Pineapple Urus, cocaine purest (Ah)
Trench on, shit only came out in Europe (Ah)
My shooter on syrup (Grr)
Kicks I got on, you never heard of (Uh-uh)
My Puerto Rican bitch from La Perla
Rub the coke on my gums, that shit was magnifique (Ah)
Hugged the plug, told him same time next week
Jewelry fresh, the bitches all on my neck (Ah)
In the Guggenheim, I had the fold-up TEC (Grr)
Fendi headband, I didn't break a sweat (Uh-uh)
Same nigga had Vicky eatin' out LaVette (Woo)
There's Genovese all over (Ah)
Wallabees cobra, graveyard shift Motorolas (Brr)
Brick after brick after brick, Lord, game over (Ah)
Ike just came home for a second time (Second time)
Could've fucked your bitch, I told her never mind (Told her never mind)
My team vicious, walk, talk, eat different (Ah)
Got a whole brick, I had to remix it (Remix)
Shit look like Jermaine Dupri whipped it (Whip)
Talk Caesar, seasick, them bullets keep hittin' (Grr)
Toss the F&N like a flea-flicker (Boom, boom, boom, boom)