Pray for Buffalo Hall & Nash

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
That's why, I swear, man
We rockin' the name Griselda damn near everyday
Ain't no point of rockin' no other brand
'Cause our shit flyer than their shit anyway
Qué poco queda
Qué poco queda
Qué poco queda (Griselda)
Qué poco que— (By Fashion Rebels)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
On the road to the riches
Tri-colored Benzes with interest
Balmain moto, eatin' Sotto Sotto
Cuban links, bolo enter your head, Polo for dolo
Gunshots Manolo, poppin' PJ when I show though
Coke prices so-so, forty for a whole dough
Adobo in the microwave, fried rice nice
The greens was creased, Jesus piece waves spinnin'
Seem like the lames wouldn't knock no more, Glock in jaw
Dome shot a nigga knock it off, top his Porsche (Skrr)
Kick in your door, son's special, we'll wet you
All red Ralph lookin' like the Devil
We fly niggas, tell Donna, yo, we got her
Prada rockers, garlic butter on the chops and lobsters
Ran hammers like Barry Sanders
You know the grammar glammer, hid the nine in the hamper
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)