Black Spoons
Assassins
Yeah, uh
Look
My mind carry this info
I share with a pencil (talk to 'em)
Assassins
I used to stare out my window
See my older homie nineteen, steerin' the Benzo
Niggas don't play ball, sellin' raw, they apparently into
You see me wearin' this Kenzo hat
No idea what I've been through
They sick I'm gettin' money, clearly resentful (they mad)
It's spooky, nigga, the shit I spit is very suspensful (hah)
My bars give you the fear of god
Bitch, I'm Jerry Lorenzo
Ah, spin through your area, air the extendo (brr)
I recorded this F.O.O.D four in a day, it was simple
Most of you rap niggas is washed, your career's in a limbo
You hatin', man
All of these jewels that I wear to offend you (see my jewels)
Real hustler, I got three phones
Refrigerator broke, it ain't no ice
Leave that cold water in the sink on, uh
Rockin' that brick, got my Dior pink on (talk to 'em)
Uh, rockin' that shit, I don't got nothing cheap on (ooh)
You know what we on, pistol whip that nigga, broke his cheekbone
Shot him on Dote and Bailey, they found his body on Keystone, uh (boom)
Gunpowder residue all on my VLONE, ha
Write pain like a shot in your right knee bone (ha)
You rap about bricks but you broke
That don't even out (talk to 'em)
Give my youngin a blick, he gon' shoot at your people house (brr, brr)
I live everything that I sing about
Been through some shit that I really can't speak about
I have a fuck nigga, white boy in cheap amount
I fuck them hoes on IG that you dream about
I'll call up Cutta, he gon' bring that steamer out
Iron on waist so they get every wrinkle out
Fuck did you think about, thirty shots ringin' out, ah (brr, brr, brr)
Griselda
By Fashion Rebels
