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Griselda、Keisha Plum - May Store(Explicit)
Written by：BENNY THE BUTCHER、Conway the Machine、Westside Gunn
Ah let's go
I don't feel no pressure I feel like this my calling
Bought the work a hour later
I had to flush it down the toilet d**n
Every time they kicked the door down
I'm who took the charges me
I came back and trapped harder
Just in case they thought I lost it what
I was starin' them pots over with terrorist block soldiers
Yeah I went from h**oin to a merrill lynch stock broker ah
She coulda got a pair of tits
From the pair of kicks I'm quotin'
All my h*es crazy I can't f**k unless she bipolar
Eastside legend like sly and rodney c
I really beat white I'm Mr.T from rocky III
You let these h*es sweet talk you
You n***as get rocked to sleep
You pay that b**ch rent
I ask that ho what she got for me
What you got for me
They know I'm up now
But my only hustle was not the streets nah
So when they touched down
I can still front you a block a piece
I know h*es that won't f**k you
And jewelers that's out your reach uh-huh
I don't hate n***as
I see 'em as students that I can teach butcher
Ayo I'm in these streets waist deep talk to 'em
If I can't eat with you you can't eat hah
That's how we give it up on may street may block p**sy
May street pistol whip you you get your face beat cap
40 no safety tucked right where my waist be
What's poppin'
Yeah race to the top who wanna race me uh-huh
I don't chase money money chase me
I'm getting' bags n***a
Countin' these bands it's been a great week cap
'Member I cooked my first deuce
That jar busted in renee seat I was f**ked up
I feel like cam painted the wraith pink hah
B**ches like d**n they wanna taste me uh-huh
Skeleton AP you see me
Give me a minute bro I can't think hold up
I'm too busy countin' this money for the lawyer
So my dog can get his case beat
We on the way n***a
Yeah I been a G since I jumped off the porch hah
Still ridin' with the pump in the porsche cap
Yeah still g-ridin'
Leave you slumped on your porch boom boom boom
I came up hustlin' the stuff that you snort
Them n***as sneak dissin' me that's nothing' of course
That's light
'Cause I can have them n***as clipped like it's nothing
Of course hah
Rock this designer sh*t she wanna know what this sh*t cost
I told her all you need to know is
You f**kin' a boss haha
Yeah chopper loaded lock and loaded snitchin'
I do not condone it
Pop his dome in I don't know sh*t I keep goin'
Forty pointers watch is frozen I send ten
From toronto to san antonio but it's not derozan
Box is loaded up
Ayo we know it's f**kin' murder shoot you
Ain't gon' take it further brr
Hit your son up hit your daughter shot your b**ch
Put on your coffin
N***as starvin' my n***as in ferrari with the top off skrrt
And n***as bossin' need talk for stunner bricks
Don't call Steve Austin ah
Fear of god joggers joggin' n***as think they fake important
To me you just a f**k n***a
Blow your head off soon as I walk in
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
I don't do no f**kin' talking' ballin' just don sportin'
GT on rodeo with my rich white b**ch
Skrrt rich white b**ch
N***as talking culture but not like this
But not like this
I'm a killer and I'm gonna kill again
I wrote this with a devilish grin
I'm looking at his neck full of gold
I know what kind of car he drove
Holy ghost his soul that calico
Any one of my n***as can snuff you
They solid and all official
What would chinegun do
Buffalo is ruthless throw you off the roof sh*t
Kicked him in his face until he's f**kin' toothless
Murderous music I'm from the f**kin' zoo
City full of villains and mobsters too
Burner to his dome what would chinegun do
It's griselda n***a
The butcher machine gunn and plum
Filthiness riddled all in your eardrum
When it's a price on your head
It's not up for discussion
Two slugs in your b**ch face those are the repercussions
This n***a wouldn't stop pleadin' for his life all of a sudden
We wipe away your whole bloodline
That's word to slime
So we waiting until his seeds get off the bus
Guaranteed these lil' bastards gonna put up a fuss
And we slittin' their throats right in front of you
Thoughts of a criminal what would chinegun do
N***as will pistol whip your granny
Run a train on your mammy
I'm spiteful and death is delightful
Yeah
