[Intro]
This gon' really hurt y'all niggas feelings
Let me turn this shit all the way up
Griselda, Black Soprano
[Verse 1]
Yo, half a block on the road, I only stop for the toll
Dick ridin' not in the code (nah...)
I really threw a pot on the stove, they used to cop it and go
Now all our watches is froze
You only fuckin' gossipin' hoes, but if I got her she cold
I never met a chick that I couldn't mold
I'm on Collins gettin' top in a Rolls, with a Glock that'll blow
Got ten bands on me rockin' Vlone
I caught cocaine cases, students turned into gangstas
Lieutenants knew us by our first name basis
I can tell these niggas bullshittin', ain't savin' (bullshittin')
We front you a brick, every week you make payments
I stood on the corner just to get me a fit
I get a cut, I get a blunt, then get me a bitch
Now when the work land, we get 60 a clip
Ask Ahk, I met the nigga tryin' to get me a brick (haha)
Yeah, you know it's real when you got 30 in the trunk
And a strap, and you know the cash dirty as the gun (woo!)
Imagine this, sad mother buryin' her son
He was carryin' his gun since he was barely 21
Work so hard it'll really break scales (break scales)
Cartels givin' niggas NBA deals
Had to sell rocks, the mailbox was full of late bills
I was sellin' 'caine before Wayne signed Jae Millz, nigga (ahhh)
This gon' really hurt y'all niggas feelings
Let me turn this shit all the way up
Griselda, Black Soprano
[Verse 1]
Yo, half a block on the road, I only stop for the toll
Dick ridin' not in the code (nah...)
I really threw a pot on the stove, they used to cop it and go
Now all our watches is froze
You only fuckin' gossipin' hoes, but if I got her she cold
I never met a chick that I couldn't mold
I'm on Collins gettin' top in a Rolls, with a Glock that'll blow
Got ten bands on me rockin' Vlone
I caught cocaine cases, students turned into gangstas
Lieutenants knew us by our first name basis
I can tell these niggas bullshittin', ain't savin' (bullshittin')
We front you a brick, every week you make payments
I stood on the corner just to get me a fit
I get a cut, I get a blunt, then get me a bitch
Now when the work land, we get 60 a clip
Ask Ahk, I met the nigga tryin' to get me a brick (haha)
Yeah, you know it's real when you got 30 in the trunk
And a strap, and you know the cash dirty as the gun (woo!)
Imagine this, sad mother buryin' her son
He was carryin' his gun since he was barely 21
Work so hard it'll really break scales (break scales)
Cartels givin' niggas NBA deals
Had to sell rocks, the mailbox was full of late bills
I was sellin' 'caine before Wayne signed Jae Millz, nigga (ahhh)
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