StoveTops

Now this is a town very thirsty for cocaine
Here comes Griselda

Yeah, huh, uh, smokin' rats, nigga
Look, I got it off the curb
Where the hard serve (uhuh)
Niggas'll kick your granny door in
For a raw bird (where it's at granny?)
Few shots make yo' car swerve, backseat
Shooter loading up the Mossberg
Playing Marcberg
He sixteen know how to work with it
Catch him on his block, circle it
Roll down that back window make
Sure you murder shit (Don't miss nigga)
This for them niggas that don't show
Up to they court date and sniff raw flake
(uhuh)
And tuck the 40 in the North Face (woo)
That'd put a bullet in your face (cap)
And off all base stacking up Forbes cake (uh)
The Panamera Porsche race up thirty
Three made the law chase
Leave "V" live I'm pulling off Wraith
Couple shots hit and twisted up the God face
I'm still alive, by the Lord's grace
I'm what you call great (I'm here nigga)
Little nigga stay in your place
I ain't a industry nigga
I gun butt you till your jaw break
Sixteen in the clip then one in the head
I had a few enemies and everyone of them bled
Nigga tried to run
MAC hit his stomach and legs (BRRT)
My jit stood over him
Dropped another one in his head
Fuck these rap niggas
Machine 'bout to come for they head
(I'm comin')
Might clap one of these niggas
In they colorful dreads (hahahah)
I swear
I ain't impressed with nothing you said
(nah) gun on the feds
(cap)
Dump the fifty shot drum and I fled (BRRRRT)
Machine, bitch

Ayo
They say, they say, I bring that feeling back
Steam from the pots made the ceiling black
Whipped so much, they thought I had four Arms
Cherry Tesla truck, with the doors gone
(Skrrr) masta Fendi on the duffle
Soon as I unzip, you in trouble (Brrrrt)
Paid the plug, lit all Topmesh
Six in his stomach, made his gut sick
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Public school parker with the Winchester
Been nice, I've been fresher
Been next up, Ricardo's coverin' the shit
Don't think about it
Cuz' if it make a dollar I want in
Range Rover Evoque
Trigger finger itchy lookin'
For them niggas with, Skyzoo vision
Vivienne Westwood trenches
Niggas make a million off of bitches
I be smiling on these bitches (Tching)
Chopped the head the rest to follow
That Cuban link ain't a ki, that shit hollow
Rocking niggas to sleep like
"I see you tomorrow"
Stick your two fingers in every

Can you
Can you remember your first drug deal?

My first drug deal
Like my first transaction?
(mmh mmh) uuuhh, no I can't it
Was a long time ago
But not on TV I'll tell you later!

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