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Conductor
Whoa, ah-ha
Conductor, we have a problem
Nackie Chan, wha-ta! Coño
Yo, son
Santo Domingo, helpin' the grasa get to the gringo
As **** watchin' us shine like kings, bro
Shining
Golden ring glow, a lot of blinging, all chingo
All my **** are dogs like dingo
Call the bitches, the god might mingle
Mommy
Pack a forty-fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell-ringer
Rake in the paper, the stack of chips are tall like Pringles, son
Money
Took off a **** roof and watch
Pieces of him lift and fall like shingles
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Pop the cork and toast the Veuve Clicquot
We done made this shit work
Although it's **** that got exposed in R.I.C.O
Yeah
Can't believe he did dirt and really told on his people
He folded
In the streets, we deal with Os of perico
Word
Look at this **** arm, you can tell by the inside
Uh-huh
His only use for it, just to poke it with needles and shit
Fuck
He want it even more if he know if it's lethal
That's crazy
Aye, yo, we came up, what, what? Been on my ten toes, yo
Uh-huh, Nack
I tap the jumper like it's Dominican Dembow bro
Joking
I feel invincible when I sit in the Benzo
Vroom
Got uppers and downers, Addies and benzos, yeah
Diamonds dancin', nine-hundred and ninety-six grams
Uh
We lost a few in the unwrappin', more in the pan
Yeah
Fuck it, the last twelve, they dropped back like Randall Cunningham
They did
I had to hop step on it like Ja Morant
Ha-ha
Denim tear pants with the candles
Stove
Scorpions on the Carmelo Anthony
Stove
They dropped me out the clouds
I landed in coke water in the kitchen sink
Woo
The answer is me
Woo
I told the plug, "Make sure it's Tia Landry
I want it to look like the last one you handed me"
I do
He hopped out swingin' the chopper like a canopy
Brrrt, bah, bah, bah
I left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity
In my sanity
The flip phone do a hundred grand a week
Angela Bassett, I had it flamin' in the street
Fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink
Tink, tink
Now I move it all hands-free
My bitch doin' her make-up in the vanity, look like DaniLeigh
She do
I bought a Chanel bag, just to ride in a Sprinter van full of keys
And when she made it
When she made it
When she made it
When she made it
We celebrated when she made it
When she made it, when she made it
Stove
Peace, God
God is love, God
I love God
Even with the devil on my shoulder
God is love, FLYGOD is forever
Big Griselda, bigger villains
One beginning, one ending
Conductor
Put the flash on him
Benny the Butcher, man, how you feel, dawg?
At the top of the world, but it's still all
My boy Westside Gunn, ****
Put me on his damn back, said, "Get-get 'em"
And never mind what they talkin' 'bout
Real **** pull the money out when the drama out
Real **** put the money down, the drum out
Millionaire, put the llama out your mama mouth
Take the money out the damn bus, you on the couch
Put the pistol in your daughter mouth, you on the couch
We gon' go around the corner with that Glock .50
Poppin' off about a hundred at these pop ****
G-Wagon and I'm G baggin'
Bitch-ass **** talkin' 'bout he heat clappin'
And I done heard about yo' pussy ass
Next time I catch you, boy, you rolled up in grass
Count the cash, count the cash when I'm livin' fast
So quick to do the homicide with the mask
Take the mask off, broad-day a ****
What the fuck you wanna do about that cold killer?
Chain vicious, what's the issue 'bout my damn dawgs?
My boy, F.N.F., man, that's poppin' off
Low-key, start to call
Taboo, motherfucker, tell these **** we goin' hard
Real **** do real things, but all many
Bitch-ass **** gon' hate, that's all in 'em
Envyin' us ****, they jealous, they all hate
You're desperate to see a **** upstate
The real in my eyes couldn't let that shit ride
D-I-E as a **** swallow his pride
Never take my pride or my motherfuckin' stripes
Knee deep in the bullet, am I, huh?
The game be my wife, the lane be my ice
The .45 steel, but a **** brain twice
That .9 millimeter revolve a ****
Got that, got that bitch poppin' off, 'fore I solve you ****
Shoutin'-outs to them boys who did that time
Torrence Hatch, you my ****, I did that line
When the first time I seen that boy go to the earth
The first time I seen that boy go to the birth
.38 Special, a killer, real right
And every dime who hatin' the block all night
F.N.F., ****, fuck ****' finances
While the goddamn gold frame dances
Griselda
By Fashion Rebels
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