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griselda - cruiser weight coke lyrics

[intro: conway the machine]
yeah
know what the f-ck is up, n-gga (uh)
griselda sh-t, n-gga (griselda)
gxfr, n-gga
smash and scr-pe, p-ssy (yeah)

[verse 1: conway the machine & benny the butcher]
who runnin’ the sh-t? (runnin’ the sh-t) it’s not even close (hah)
the double-r cullinan and the shotty is close
that’s them buffalo n-ggas, they catch the bodies the most (brr)
thirty on my hip, i bet i will not get approached (what’s poppin’, n-gga?)
my son gon’ be a hustler, i see it all in his eyes (ah)
pole on the backseat every foreign i drive (no cap)
my connect like domino’s, i can order a pie
i hit him back like, “matter fact, i want all your supply” (bring me all that sh-t, papi)
we used to skip school, luggin’ a big tool (hah)
my dog locked, we on the dance floor, under the table, switch shoes
in brentwood, mansion with the big pool (woo)
rockin’ my big jewels, i came up makin’ fish move (ah, whip that sh-t up, n-gga)
don’t call my phone if you ain’t buyin’ ten kilos
my og used to be the source like benzino (hahaha)
i’m like sosa with the goons, i can send people (i send my goons)
versace down, drive the ferrari like i’m vin diesel (ah, yo, vroom, uh, yeah)

[verse 2: benny the butcher]
griselda the label but you n-ggas know better to play with us
and i’ma be stackin’ and weighin’ up soon as i feel like this rap sh-t don’t pay enough (uh)
cop nine, sold eight, yeah, it’s late, but you know me, i’m stayin’ up
bougie b-tch, yeah, that’s my type, you need six figures just to lay with her (uh)
ran it up ’cause i trap a lot (uh), these n-ggas know about the cash i got
but my plug still playin’ broke, he in old navy in a apple watch
when i’m gettin’ into fish weight i don’t need bait or a tackle box
i’m a real dope boy, n-gga, on my birthday i got a half a block
n-ggas won’t rock me to sleep (nah), i took big risks just so we could eat
sold grams, even stumbled over a hundred bands in a b&e
everybody get money, even quarter ounce boys make a g a week (they eatin’)
it’s about who you feedin’, n-gga, if it’s bleedin’, n-gga, give the team a piece
i was young in the state pen, just enough time to make friends
if we link up and make plans (shake hands), it’s a done deal if we shake hands
you won’t understand me ‘less you move your family to a place they feel safe in (alright)
f-ck what these hoes talk about ’cause i’m more concerned what the bank sayin’
couple things you should pick up on, my rules, you’ll be stickin’ to ’em
principles what we sittin’ on, if he got hawked, we get bl!ckers to him
comfortable in my own hood, same type of time that nip was on (god bless the dead)
but i already beat the odds ’cause they say gangsters never live this long, uh

[interlude: westside gunn]
brr, ayo
doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr
doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, boom, boom, boom

[verse 3: westside gunn]
my shooter doin’ bad again (my shooter doin’ bad again)
my shooter doin’ bad again (my shooter doin’ bad again)
ayo, i buy the g, get you (i buy the g, get you, brr)
i got the mac in the fiend rental (i got the mac in the fiend rental, brr)
pulled up (skrrt), who the f-ck said what?
porter fila with the bocaine dust (skrrt)
trust n0body but pootie, fell in love with the uzi at sixteen
full-length mink on, bird with the snoopy (brr)
gold lex’ wagon, lex luger, cruiserweight c0ke
don’t make me shoot you (huh), your brains get blown out, i bet it’s beautiful (i bet it’s beautiful, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
the black jake the snake, just don kit (ah)
watch a n-gga fly away (watch a n-gga fly away)
somebody gotta die today (somebody gotta die today)
i know where your mama stay (i know where that b-tch stay)
i know where your grandmama stay (i know where that b-tch stay)
so many bullets, set your whole house on fire (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, brr, brr)
been hot, whole neck full of sh-t from king of diamonds (ah)
it’s all about timin’ (ah)
eatin’ fine dinin’ (ah)
c0ke with fine china

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