[Intro: Grafh]
Ayy, what's up? Oh
Ayy, Griselda, Dope Gang
Look

[Verse 1: Grafh]
Y'all don't know what to do when I show you the blueprint
I ain't water it down 'cause I didn't know you was stupid
You searchin' online for the truth that I throw in the music
I can show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it (I don't)
I know how to cock it, I know how to load it and shoot it
I'm alkaline water amongst all the sodas and juices
You went from what's crackin' to what's poppin'
I beat a body, then go gun shoppin'
You're scared of the dark, my nigga, you sun-blockin'
I'm hotheaded, my tongue dropped in a plug socket
Take your lung, pop it, then I lunchbox it (Ow)
I jump shot it and double-pump rockets 'til my blood clot blood-clottin'
Fuck stoppin'
Your man got jumped, he was just watchin'
I left your body in the trunk rottin'
House niggas never pluck cotton
I'm just boxed in
Jabbin', I'm just boxin'
Jumped up, dodgin'
I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockings
You hustle or play ball, those are fucked up options
I just fucked memory lane up drunk drivin'
What? What? What could y'all do to me?
My ex tryna put a hex on me, voodoo me
This heavy artoolery
Strapped with the semi harpoonery
I'm multitaskin', lookin' at your chain' while I'm Googlin' where to pawn jewelry
I ain't with the tomfoolery
I'm Huey P in the wrong community
All my laundry is Louis V
I burned a Moncler, Prada, and Gucci tee
Inside a eulogy, I'd rather you to me, partner
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