Ya man rude ting dis

Griselda boi

Griselda

You know the Scottish King do it, y′all did it

My nigga if you don't prove it, we won′t permit it

You gotta earn your keep in this keepsake

Catch a Zoe da-da-da-oh we don't appreciate

I sit beef like a vegan with a cheese steak

I break the collar with my g and then we cheap skate

I been nice, since been like put the Whitney

Houston poster up in his cave you niggas been sprite

My Uzi fuck up your wave son

The abrams with the ice on the tank

That make you niggas say uh

That's word to Romeo and Percy

Ain′t no limit with my homie

Hurt my homie so you hurt me

Cersei you gotta run up an pull

Take a chance like when Jon Starks dumped on the bulls

Niggas got to know the difference between a waiter and a sommelier

You fuck niggas is papers we ′bout to load the vape roll the tape

The shit I do with the pen dangerous

In-famous every bar is 10 razors

Hit faces with the ten gauges

Two-eighty-five West in the Benz racing

That's temp-plated

I want the money now bitch I′m impatient

My lil bro will buss your shit open for ten Franklins

He been craving for a body Mach-10 stainless

You a big baby ass nigga Glen Davis (woo)

Raise your glasses let's make a toast

We restored that feeling in the city, we gave ′em hope

I got on niggas records and made 'em dope

It′s funny how niggas you show the most love to is who hate the most

My Dominican bitch sniff a plate snow

Scratch the serial off the blickers

Them shits' untraceable

I keep the rifle with a laser and a scope

They saying me and West the new Rae and Ghost

Well I'm humbled by the gesture

Them is big shoes to fill, but I′m not under any pressure

I gave my young′un my gun with the compressor

Gave him 50 for your body he woulda done that shit for lesser nigga

And I ain't even in my prime

Shot in the helmet I guess it wasn′t my time

On my brother I'll kill a nigga for my slime

I′m Malcolm holding the (?) peaking out the blinds

You know it's real when you down and you set out your books

Held the bible in my hands and i read out the book

Before i had an operation i got fed off of jooks

My little brother took the case and i got let off the hook

Collect the pot then i set the lot

Real street nigga he met the plug before he met his pops

I swear the size of it left him shocked

I took the ride just to watch mean mob niggas connect the dots

I made him mess with pots cheffing rock

D′s at my doot the work be flushed before the second knock

Straight to the stage when i left the block

Hit the gun section and cop

Everything they got left in stock

I check my spot and collect the knot

Church with my grandmother drop a band in the collection pot

You know my handle, Tony Soprano

A gangsta nigga I'm Joe Bonanno smoking at the Copacabana

I got a half a bricky flown from Atlanta

What do you know about hand shots

Trying to focus while you loading your hammer

Make a wish and I'll blow out your candles

Why you mad sucka come get this ass whoopin′ you know imma hand ya