Red Tops

[Intro]

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

[Verse 1: Conway]

Look, look; you're nobody 'til you catch a body (Cap)

My little head busta on his second body (Huh)

FNH with the fuckin' drum

I told him, "Don't leave 'til you hit everybody" (Cap)

For a minute I was strugglin'

Niggas wasn't real as I thought, fuck 'em then (Fuck 'em)

Had to get off that couch and start hustlin' (Uhuh)

Where your set nigga? I can bring a duffle in

Took a few losses, I accepted it

Made a few nobodies relevant (Huh)

Niggas runnin' they mouth and fuckin' tellin' shit (Tsk)

Better use your head before you get a shell in it

Bitches tell me my dick is a gift from the Lord

I said, "That's the way I feel 'bout the shit I record" (Hahahaha)

Thinkin' sweet, but if I hit you, I bet you you fall (Cap)

Smith & Wess' 500 break the bricks in the wall

Hall & Nash, West and Con, nigga, we upper echelon

Rap Dez Bryant and Megatron

Hit his stomach with the blammer, blood on my Gammas (Uh)

Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana (Huh)

Homie this ain't what you want

That shit you talkin' only gon' get you in the trunk (For real)

Before you know it, you've been missin' for a month (For a month?)

Hall & Nash, yeah, shout out my nigga Monk (Uh)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, the great adventure of Fresh Wes

Can't forget the TEC on the dresser, the FLYGOD in the flesh

Yeah I only praise one nigga, that's ChineGun

Been to the Feds twice, the price to pay for a mean run

Baggin' up G packs in the Bellagio

Room service brought me 12-12 bags to run on the third floor

I don't want to sell cocaine no more

But I'll be God damned if my rims touch the lux

Brianni'd down in the Benz truck

Word to grab your property, you gettin' sent up

ConAir to Oklahoma, 'bout fifty niggas shackled

Trading honey buns for a mackerel

What you know about burgers on a Wednesday?

Shotgun shells where your kids play

Sandbox covered with red tops, Chine gettin' high

Street sweeper, swiss cheese the nigga (Brrt)

14881055, it's me live

[Outro: Sample]

"I'm a black man, and I don't know how to sing

And I don't know how to dance

And I don't know how to preach to no congregation

I'm too small to be a football hero

And I'm too ugly to be elected mayor

When I watch TV, and I see all them people in all them fine homes they livin'

And all them nice cars they drive and I get all full of ambition

Now you tell me what I'm supposed to do with all this ambition I got?"