Dead Flowers

[Intro]

Griselda

Yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga (Brr)

We back, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

You know what the fuck is up, nigga

Uh, look

[Verse 1]

The MAC-11 in my belt (I got it on me, nigga)

Ready to play my cards however they was dealt (Take this shit how it come, nigga)

I had to level up myself

'Cause even if I did need it, I would never get the help (Yeah)

I'm the illest, fuck whoever and how they felt (Fuck them niggas)

The way I'm rappin' lately, shit, I'm impressin' myself (Ha)

Haha, Pusha T Ozweegos (Uh-huh)

I'm like Deebo at the dice game shootin' Cee-Lo (You what?)

Foreign parked, auto-start, no keyhole

Took a loss, then got a kilo and I rebounded like I was Z-Bo (Talk to 'em)

Before I was blowin' up in the game

I was broke and had a bad bitch showin' up in a Range (Hahaha)

On a flight, hungover, I'm throwin' up on the plane

Damn, I thought you was official, you sold your soul for a chain

And the fame got to your head, yeah (You on some other shit)

Boy, you changed once you got you some change, got you some bread

[Interlude]

Yeah, nigga

Hold up, I ain't finished with these fuck niggas

Look

[Verse 2]

I should aim shots at your head

But now you gotta sleep at night knowin' you ain't a real nigga, now lay on top of your bed

That's how you made it, I just won a hundred thousand down in Vegas (I'm eatin')

Gucci down to my socks, smilin' like Radric Davis (Hahaha)

Uh, bitch in my DMs said, "I'm proud you made it" (What?)

Told that ho that I don't even want your pussy now, you basic (Fuck out of here)

Yeah, sneakers I'm rockin' can't be found (You ain't see these)

Fuck a favor, I don't do nothin' for free now (Not at all)

I be around with the pump on me like Dee Brown

When I shoot it, I gotta put one knee down, that bitch'll knock a tree down (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

'Member I walked a nigga, that's a free pound

Sold it to my man for the André, three thou' (Hah)

Nigga, the Maybach is matte charcoal (Uh huh)

You niggas got bars, but I can tell you watch a lot of Narcos

You just put words together good, but where's the art though?

Rap what you live, where your heart go?

Yeah

[Outro]

Hmm

You niggas just watch a lot of TV, nigga

I live this shit, pussy

Machine