Brr, brr, brr
Brr, ayo
Griselda
Ayo
You know I live this shit, built this shit brick by brick with it (ah)
Niggas flawless, regardless, baggin' up and crackin' tenements
Surely a gangsta, don't test that, my shooters itchin'
Pistols with extendos essential by projects that we pitched at
We on the corners with Louis on us
We pulled up on him in foreigns
Four in the morning, show them niggas how we click-clack
Cherry Maybach, look how I sit back, I had the TEC and MAC
This shit is mismatched
Bust a four pound and that shit kick back
But you feel the impact, bucket KITH hat, VS where my wrist at
Fendi stockings over the face, now where your bricks at?
Bugatti truck, I need to get that, La Máquina get the big sack
Quarter block on the table, told that bitch to sniff that
Sent her to Texas, made her bring my shit back, gave her six stacks
For any mishaps, from New York to Dallas like Kristaps
Got a bag and flipped that, green beam sit on the big MAC
We the hardest niggas out, bitch, don't forget that (uh)
Just off of impact, it feel like Rick back
I tote a big strap, I go and get it and gotta limp back
Hawaiian bitch that will fuck the team and fly a brick back
Designer mix-match, I only get inspired in traps
All we wear is fly sporting gear I buy in Fifth Saks
This .40 air pass your Cartiers and leave your lens cracked
I went up, came home in six months, and I got sent back
I walked the yard with my skully on like a pimp hat
Y'all talk hard but be the first one hiding soon as it spark off
This four pound blow through your shit and flip a parked car
I bought raw, gave niggas lessons without a chalkboard
Then bought more, hopped in my whip and plugged in the aux cord
Ah, nigga, just wait for Tana Talk four, uh
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