Griselda - DR. BIRD’S lyrics

Ah, ayo brr, brr (Griselda)

Ayo, I'm in Salvatore makin' Salaat
Bentayga in three flavors
Shoot the nigga now,  we'll speak later 
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom,  boom, boom, boom, boom)
Up in Whitney, got the MAC with me
Hid behind the Warhol, dip to Bergdorf
Shot up the whole store (Brr)
Cherry fifty-seven
In the 'Bach learnin' lessons (Skrrt)
Crack ain't dry yet, it be ready in a second
(Ah)
Forty chains on, halo, I'm a god, nigga
Fear of God jogger rockin', nigga
I don't even jog
Hangin' out the Wagen sunroof
Pick a nigga off (Brr)
The Mille with the chill bezel (Ah)
All my foreigns red, it make me feel special
Banana peel AK, I'm lookin' real extra
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot)
With the top keys, the money green Teslas
(Skrrt)
Told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick
(Write "Brick" on my brick)
Write "Brick" on my brick
Told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick
Ayo, Amiris filled with cash
I'm in the fashion district (Ah)
Shoot your momma house just for
A half a bicken
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
All my niggas dealin'
All my niggas killin' (Brr)
Them niggas tried to test me
Now them niggas missin' (Ah)
Meal quarters, I'm still awesome
Water whip coke, I still Voss it
Rosé out the faucet
Ah, tell Virgil write "Brick" on my brick

Look, lil' brodie let off his thirty
He ain't even flinch (yeah)
Caught the body, dipped to the A
Nobody seen him since (He got lost)
Five-sixty Benz and I ain't need the tints
(Vroom) my weakest scent cost more than
Your mama need for rent (Ha ha ha)
That just for one zip, the drum rip
Leave you rinsed (Rrah)
Hide the body for a week and
It's gon' leave a stench (You smell that?)
Rappers come to my city
They gon' need consent
(You need a pass, nigga)
'Cause we already know you pussy, nigga
We convinced (Hah)
I told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick
(Hah)
The nicest with this shit, ain't write this
I just spit (Woo)
White bitch on my dick
This ice drip on my fist no shoe deal
But look at all this Nike shit that I get
(Hahaha, yeah)
On Doat Street, it's white shit that I pitch
Two in the morning, on the corner
Night shift with my blick (I got it all)
No soda in this off-white shit that I whip
(Hah) i'm rich
Put all this Off White shit on my bitch
(yeah, haha)
So if it's smoke, we ain't even askin'
(Uh, huh) we just pullin' up and somebody
Gon' see a casket (Boom boom boom)
Hall N Nash and Benny like James Worthy
Kareem and Magic (yeah)
Every time Griselda drop
This shit gon' be a classic
(You know what's up)

Yo, I gave cocaine to users
And okays to shooters (I did)
I'm cocky
Vintage Versace with the stone face Medusas
Sopranos at Maggiano's
We got gold-plated Rugers
This pistol'll backflip you and blow
Your whole frame to Pluto (Brr)
Got all eyes on us
Can we chill? Eatin' with snakes'll
Probably get him killed 'Cause trust me
Every family had a Henry Hill (What else?)
And every man don't got a Benny skill (Nah)
When you this dope
It take least 50 mil' just to sit me still
(Ah)
Light ten on my whip, white bitch on my dick
Right wrist when I whip
That white brick on my brick
Runway Margiela, that type shit on my bitch
Butterflies and spikes
That type shit on my kicks
These rappers wanna be trendy
(Nah) , they hoes wanna be friendly
But never
She wear Forever 21 like it's Fendi
(Punk bitch)
I told that bitch it's Givenchy
She pronounce it "Givinchy"
She wanna fuck me and run through
All my accounts 'til they empty
What would ChineGun do? I'm
Still thinkin' militant
Old paraphernalia layin' around
I got rid of it (That's out of here)
Then settled all my differences (I did)
I really had a chicken with a tree stamp
Like I stepped on it with a Timberland
The Butcher, nigga (Ah)