文本歌词

Griselda - Moselle (Explicit)
Written by：BENNY THE BUTCHER、Conway the Machine、Westside Gunn
A landslide n***a
Huh this sh*t is this sh*t is a landslide n***a
Uh this the theme music for the pie stretchers whip up
I whipped five I got five extras hah
Three everybody is food tapes a trifecta cap
Show these n***as in the game
How to apply pressure rock sh*t up n***a
All my b**ches got a bag and they drive tesla uh-huh
Bust down the cubans
I lit my neck up you see the neck b**ch
Landslidin' on n***as don't even try to catch us
Hollow tips flyin' out of my heckler brr
We came a long way from that digiscale
That sh*t too small to weigh up the sh*t I sell hahaha
Pink spade for my b**ch she don't do zinfandel
Y'all ain't the only n***as getting money
Boy we rich as well hah
Rich as hell shooter empty
Out his clip and bail boom boom boom boom
Sniffin' yayo so long
He lost his sense of smell smell sh*t
Before I left cali I sent the bale haha
Hit goose told him look out for it it's in the mail
I leave a n***a living room floor full of blicky shells brr
Broke we gotta kill his baby mama too
That b**ch'll tell get that b**ch too
I'm stackin' all the profit off of every brick I sell cap
I bet you p**sy n***as wish I fail hahaha
Ah hand on my clip we animals dismantle my strip
I'm 5'8 but 6'11 if I stand on my bricks
I cancel y'all quick with the glock
I shoot cannonballs with doot doot doot
I sat in prison walking the yard just plannin' all this ah
Uh unknown location I got thirty os I got thirty Os
'Cause I'm too smart for that stash in the dirty clothes
I'm in the kitchen countin' cash does she disturb me no
Revenge a dish for greedy n***as
You gotta serve it cold suckers
I had to move where the climate hot hot
I took the money off the corner
And invested that in private stock
Bet you know I still run the kinda spot yeah
Hustlers buy the bricks in the back
And the front is just a tire shop ah
Big guns ain't no quiet shots ain't no quiet shots
I'll be fine if you die or not
Plus I'm equipped if a riot pop we got guns n***a
I threw the whole clip but he survived the shots brr
I guess my aim was on but the timing not d**n
Felony sh*t you can never be clipped n***a
One night stands with women I would never be with
My OG puttin' me on he love telling me sh*t
Said black men in America
Could never be rich the butcher
Flygod
Ayo rockin' wonders ah
Wonderin' if I should rock john undercover
For the whole summer
Pole with the scratched numbers
Boom boom boom boom boom
We wore fear of gods to the last supper ah
So much coke I made the pyrex glass suffer
House of the very islands stylin'
Dope pilin' on china put the 40 to him
Started firin' boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom boom boom
Plain jane said I'm ahead of my time again
Ahead of my time again
Back whippin' them nines again
Back to back lambs on fairfax skrrt
Ran out of sweet chick
Blew the n***a head back boom boom
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Jetta to the beverly center
Bloodstains in the fifth seat gave the blick to valet
Now you rich m16 vicious
Don't come my way I spray
I'm out in tribeca baggin' up yay
Paint all on my north face the worst case I'ma be rich
Collina strada my b**ch huh
I'm on the yard on my drip huh
I had the audemars wrist huh
The phillipe tucked in my timbs huh
You better have my commissary
Or you getting that biz ah
Jewelry out with my kids