GRAILED (870glizzy Remix)

(dwilly I'm scared) I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch Your yearly spent on Grailed Ya-ya whole crew gon' die My whole crew gon' slide, I wish you well Wish that you would try W-Wanna get supplied, just ring the bell Ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell So much paper on me, bitch, that you would think I'm checkin' mail G-Gettin high, smokin' 'til I leave Push u-, P-P-Push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed I-I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time Private driver parkin' out front Wa-Wa-Wantin' that pic better stand in line Do-Do-Double R phantom outside Back seat riding-ridin' with stars look up I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch Your yearly spent on Grailed I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me-e-e I get it quickly we set in stone my family-ly-ly Doo-Doomshop killas standin' on a silly set ya heard (ya heard) Bullets like a bird they flyin' through ya fuckin' church I wonder why you crying steady hatin' steady lying (lying) You said you tough, but yous a pussy, now ya ass is fryin' (fryin') I'm loaded up, I'm steady aiming at you fucking bitches I swear I love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces I-I-I walk the walk, I talk the talk and I will prove it to ya I'm 289, I'm 186, the Freddie make ya piss I done a lot of shit to make it where I got like this Dug my way from the dirt and now the Freddie's pissed Ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin', baby I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin' shady I stay up in the shadows demons creeps and body's shallow I always want the battle, hear the sound the death rattle I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch Your yearly spent on Grailed (ah, damn) Glock .22, put a tag on his foot like a Stock X (bam, bam) Nigga's be ratting, we go down for that You gone be the one to point your index (he did it) L-Look in my index (look at my) Probably ya bitch in it hitting my phone with a double text (hey) Foot on they neck, I could never let up (no way) I set the bar and they never pull up (come here) He dropped a diss song, but it went nowhere It's okay buddy just keep your head up (keep your head up) Matter fact better duck When we slide on your block it's like head's down, seven up (Get down, get down) (Pew, pew) I'm with this bitch from the southside Bad as fuck, tell her to open her mouth wide (okay, okay), open up That money coming in show enough (go) Southside I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch Your yearly spent on Grailed (dwilly I'm scared)