文本歌词

Griselda - Freddie HotSpot (Explicit)
Written by：BENNY THE BUTCHER、Conway the Machine、Westside Gunn
Ah Butcher coming n***a
They play sports I race the porsche
Through the streets with choppers woo
You know us we like the bucks
On the eastern conference griselda
I'm plugged on both coasts
From long beach to yonkers long beach to yonkers
So I'm somewhere in brooklyn smokin' w**d
From compton ayy
Tell me it's lit just pull up and sell me this sh*t
I bag a half in three-point- fives
With no scale in this b**ch
You know how I play it I press a button
Your helmet get hit boom boom boom
Ridin' through magazine tall as a elf in the blick
Beef in the air I smell fear
I can tell you was tense
Had to drop but let you slide
'Cause I could tell you was b**ch p**sy
I stayed in the suite for so long I got mail at the ritz
We bettin' on dice like the nfl on the strip
I run in the club bump into plugs I fell on a brick
Only tom brady get more rings than my telephone get
This for the ps and my co-ds I'm a federal wit'
My lawyer told me to breathe
Them charges never gon' stick let's go
Ayo we was baggin'
Some big n***a came through clappin'
I ducked behind french got the mac and started brr
He just got home from doing' a stretch nobody put him on
All he heard was west got the bricks
You gotta sneak up on him
Went and got the blow from pete
You know pete from utica
Did a stretch and came home and started shootin' up ah
But anyway they did five together up in attica
How I'm getting' rich and they broke it ain't addin' up
N***as started plottin' on me
They followed me from jummah
I peeped the nautica van and
Yo I gotta lose 'em skrrt
Floatin' down filmore slid up in CP
One of us gotta go it ain't gon' be me
Still got the ace still hopped out
Shot pete on june his brains landed on wakefield
Two weeks later we was baggin'
The big n***a showed up
I hid behind the fridge and started clappin' brr
Hit the n***a twice in his shoulder
He bust back but missin'
Then I got good shots
Seven bullets in the same shot brr brr brr
Now his dust missin' get the mop ah
Get the bleach
Came a long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got my name out the kitchen yeah
We got our name out that kitchen n***a
Came a long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got our name out the kitchen look all facts
Few thousand for the god crystals hah
I can make a call and get the raw shipment send that in
One shot one kill when my dog clipped him
Scored on them n***as with one bullet
That's rod strickland hahaha
Four fifth-ed him left him
In the front seat of his car twitchin'
I don't know what kind of raw you been sniffin'
F**k you on n***a
Think you f**kin' with me my bars different
Rock the dior with the kaws stitchin'
Boy listen talk to 'em
You see a spaceship when my garage doors liftin' cap
My broad a vixen smokin' billy's
Cigar twistin' smokin'
I got my shooter with me and my dog itchin'
He wanna empty out a clip at
Where your mom's living stand it out n***a
N***a you ain't getting shot in your legs
It's a wig shot double back
Shot him again boom boom boom
All my lil' shooters keep a thirty popper on them facts
And nine times out of ten it's a body on them hah
I know it's some f**k n***as that I probably offend
But try to ride on me your chances is probably thin
Bro I gotta go in one of my n***as got indicted
And the fiend overdosed
They put the body on him yeah that's f**ked up
Came a long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got my name out the kitchen yeah
Uh came a long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got our name out the kitchen yeah
A long way from 'caine we was dealin'
Got our name out the— uh