[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Griselda
Brrt, ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
I got samples on my feet, they ain't even made a box yet (Uh-uh)
Ruger check, Glock check
Marni mock neck, shit was all a process (Ah)
I'm out in Malbay smokin' back to back, Jah bless (Ba-da-ba-ba)
It's the scorpion king, the glorious things
My nigga had dreads, went upstate
Now he got a baldie like Mr. Clean
Never catch me off my deen (Uh-uh)
The duffle bag was Celine, my bitch Selena bad
So bad, she don't sing, she don't cook, she don't clean (Uh-uh)
Body on the front porch, I seen his spleen (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!)
On the ring, in the messhall with coke tales
Featurеs with buck fifty's and a Rolls Royce boat tail (Skrrt!)
Don't ever comе across here frontin'
And get stumped out, 40 Belows Louis, I think we onto somethin' (Ah)

[Interlude: Rome Streetz]
You think this is all
You think this is La La Land, fam?
You think this is a play ting?
That's on your fuckin' neck, uh
This is real shit, you know?
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