Griselda - Moselle lyrics

A landslide, nigga
Huh, this shit is, this shit is a landslide
Nigga

Uh, this the theme music for
The pie stretchers (Whip up)
I whipped five, I got five extras (Hah)
Three Everybody is FOOD tapes, a trifecta
(Cap) show these niggas in the game
How to apply pressure (Rock shit up, nigga)
All my bitches got a bag and they drive Tesla
(Uh, huh)
Bust down the Cubans, I lit my neck up
(You see the neck, bitch)
Landslidin' on niggas
Don't even try to catch us
Hollow tips flyin' out of my Heckler (Brr)
We came a long way from that Digiscale
That shit too small to weigh
Up the shit I sell (Ha ha ha)
Pink Spade for my bitch
She don't do Zinfandel
Y'all ain't the only niggas
Gettin' money, boy, we rich as well
(Hah) rich as hell
Shooter empty out his clip and bail
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Sniffin' yayo so long
He lost his sense of smell (Smell shit)
Before I left Cali, I sent the bale (Haha)
Hit Goose, told him, "Look out for it
It's in the mail"
I leave a nigga living room
Floor full of blicky shells (Brr)
Broke, we gotta kill his baby mama too
That bitch'll tell (Get that bitch too)
I'm stackin' all the profit off
Of every brick I sell (Cap)
I bet you pussy niggas wish I fail (Ha ha ha)

Ah, hand on my clip, we animals
Dismantle my strip
I'm 5'8" but 6'11" if I
Stand on my bricks
I cancel y'all quick with the
Glock I shoot cannonballs with
(Doot, doot, doot)
I sat in prison, walkin' the yard
Just plannin' all this (Ah)
Uh, unknown location, I got thirty Os
(I got thirty Os)
'Cause I'm too smart for that
Stash in the dirty clothes
I'm in the kitchen countin' cash
Does she disturb me? No
Revenge a dish for greedy niggas
You gotta serve it cold (Suckers)
I had to move where the climate hot (Hot)
I took the money off the corner
And invested that in private stock
Bet you know I still run the kinda spot
(yeah)
Hustlers buy the bricks in the back and
The front is just a tire shop (Ah)
Big guns, ain't no quiet shots
(Ain't no quiet shots)
I'll be fine if you die or not
Plus I'm equipped if a riot pop
(We got guns, nigga)
I threw the whole clip but
He survived the shots (Brr)
I guess my aim was on but the timing not
(Damn)
Felony shit, you can never be clipped (Nigga)
One night stands with women I
Would never be with my OG puttin' me on
He love tellin' me shit
Said, "Black men in America
Could never be rich", the Butcher

Flygod ayo, rockin' wonders (Ah)
Wonderin' if I should rock John
Undercover for the whole summer
Pole with the scratched numbers
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
We wore Fear of Gods to the last supper (Ah)
So much coke, I made the Pyrex glass suffer
House of the Very Islands, stylin'
Dope pilin' on China, put the 40 to him
Started firin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Plain Jane, said I'm ahead of my time again
(Ahead of my time again)
Back whippin' them nines again
Back to back Lambs on Fairfax (Skrrt)
Ran out of Sweet Chick
Blew the nigga head back
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Jetta to the Beverly Center
Bloodstains in the fifth seat
Gave the blick to valet
Now you rich, M16 vicious
Don't come my way, i spray
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot) i'm out in Tribeca baggin' up yay
Paint all on my North Face, the worst case
I'ma be rich collina Strada my bitch
(Huh?) , I'm on the yard on my drip (Huh?)
I had the Audemars wrist (Huh?)
The Phillipe tucked in my Timbs (Huh?)
You better have my commissary or
You gettin' that biz (Ah)
Jewelry out with my kids