juvenile hell

griselda

was a shooter before i rapped and i'm still in action

thirty-two bullets fill the mac clip

my niggas active

hollow tips in the strap

i'ma fill his hat with

we clap shit that hit his cap and peel it backwards

break the gas down to fill the backwoods

i just opened this pack

it was vacuum sealed and still in plastic

i lost hope

you told me you wanted all smoke

nah

bro

you just a lil' nigga and your bars broke

on burgard

right off doat

i sold raw coke

i cried when country mike died

my heart broke

on the yard

get your jaw poked

as far as the bars wrote

not only did i raise the bar

the bar broke

we shoot sticks with see-through clips

you better pray that bitch jam up when we doin' this

i breeze through phipps

i need new drip

the grip on me

think i'm lackin' this time? i'ma leave you clipped

machine

you bitch

yeah

that leave you split

wanna put money on it? nigga

c-note this

all you niggas know what time it is

i'm g

no clipse

reload

bitch

your brains all over the whip

the clock tickin'

tick tick

nigga

leave you split

wanna put money on it? nigga

c-note this

all you niggas know what time it is

i'm g

no clipse

reload

bitch

your brains all over the whip

the clock tickin'

tick tick

you rolled the town

but

nigga

i rolled a six

cee-lo trips

that forty got a mean old kick

point it at him broad day

then he gon' dip

you violate the code

brodie

we on shit

chine and the legend

big clean smith & wesson

716 and big queens spittin' weapons

out in east side buff'

you get your feet tied up

meanwhile

in the boroughs

niggas' streets got touched

police got snuffed after he got bust

turn a body to a bag soon as beef pop up

send a hit through a text while you sittin' on your steps

that youngin come in runnin' with the grip in his sweats

black kith corona mask

macs sittin' on the grass

now i'm on tours

no more crack pitchin' on the ave

sickest in the city

got the quickest hitters with me

my cali homie lurkin' with the blicky in his dickies

motherfucker

yeah

that leave you split

wanna put money on it? nigga

c-note this

all you niggas know what time it is

i'm g

no clipse

reload

bitch

your brains all over the whip

the clock tickin'

tick tick

nigga

leave you split

wanna put money on it? nigga

c-note this

all you niggas know what time it is

i'm g

no clipse

reload

bitch

your brains all over the whip

the clock tickin'

tick tick

forty-two in pre-rolled hits

i'm ridin' dirty

policin' without the sheeps don't mix

des' eagle grips

don't ego trip

i match designer

black attire

rapid fire

rest in peace whole cliques

the never scary

more to bury

we bury shit all the time

need a specialist to examine what's goin' on in my mind

lately

your favorite rappers have all been on a decline

i throw back and got better both times

these pcp and coke lines

i'm on my rivals

embarrass 'em with my calm bravado

my alma mater of smackin' a nigga horizontal

the soul survivor

you stuntin'

money be gone tomorrow

pour out a bottle

tire marks spark the verrazzano

as far as rhymin'

i'm a god

don't pursue the incomparable

feels like i'm up against the odds

watch me do the impossible

infatuated with them lights

get you views in the hospital

soon as you slip up

nigga

bet a blood pool'll be washin' you

yeah

that leave you split

wanna put money on it? nigga

c-note this

all you niggas know what time it is

i'm g

no clipse

reload

bitch

your brains all over the whip

the clock tickin'

tick tick

nigga

leave you split

wanna put money on it? nigga

c-note this

all you niggas know what time it is

i'm g

no clipse

reload

bitch

your brains all over the whip

the clock tickin'

tick tick

griselda