pray for buffalo

that's why i swear man

we rockin' the name griselda everyday. ain't no point of rockin' no other brand

cause our shit flyer than their shit anyway

que poco queda. que poco queda. griselda

by fashion rebels

on the road to the riches

tri-colored benz's with interest

balmain moto

eatin' sotto sotto

cuban links

bolo enter your head

polo for dolo

gunshots manolo

poppin' pj when i show doe

coke prices so-so

40 for a whole dough

in the microwave

fried rice nice

the greens was creased

jesus piece spinnin'

seems like the lames ain't want to knock no more

glock in jaw

a nigga knock it off

top his porche

kick in your door

son's special

we'll wet you

all red ralph lookin' like the devil

we fly niggas

tell donna yo we got her

prada rockers

garlic butter on the chops and lobsters

ran hammers like sanders

you know the grammar glammer

hid the nine in the hamper

yeah

it's all real nigga

look

all i need is a gun and key

a kush trap where i can see brick money from keys

i don't fuck with these rap niggas

now they gunnin' for me

you wouldn't even be familiar if it wasn't for me

you can't even fuck with the shit i don't write

i got hit in the head

i'm blinkin' everything on sight

that's on god nigga

i ain't finna fight

i'ma put out your lights and i ain't even have to hit you twice

same clip

i ain't reload

niggas use the sack to justify not livin' by the g code

regardless of how much bread in your stash

that won't stop a junkie from findin' your head in the trash

i'll send a shooter to your residence fast

wavin' the wesson with the vest and a mask

like

where the rest of the cash?"