Westside Gunn, Billie Essco - Freestyle in Ferragamo lyrics

Griselda

My lil' nigga 15 with the choppa on him
Face got the Valentino stacking on it
SKS with the tripod
Bitches calling me the FLYGOD
I got the baddest bitches sucking dick
And eating pussy
Bulletproof beneath the Stussy
H&M Alexander Wang flow
I thank the Lord for dealing blow
Cop my mother every color Range Rover
The Balmain sofa my worst shit better than
Your favorite rapper
Your favorite trapper favorite trapper
This shit so fucking effortless
You shoot, you better hit it
Get your melon split
Watermelon X6, the neck drenched
The Heckler in your mouth like a breath mint
I wanna be rich forever
And ever, and ever, and ever
I'm 'bout to get my shit together
No more stormy weather
Chainsmoking this Headband
Step on these Giuseppes you a dead man, fuck
(Ha ha haha) i'm just fucking playing
The AK spraying (Brrt)
Your mom duke's decayin'
Playing with me nigga I don't play fair
The Yeezys 3 rack a pair

You can't shoot nothing i had to kill
Yo, turn the car around
Face up bro you wack, you can't shoot, what?

What Sosa told Tony can't
Saying infront my grandmother
Come through enemy, get whitest evil
White beam like a monument
Puff & Big in '96 Benzes
Green as some double mint
Rolling trips, money on the pavement, oh
We scraping
I am not for complications, contemplations
Need my cash in full
Every rapper on my radar to a cover fader
Vader with the saber
Denim looking like they cut by Fagel
Raising in the durag, undercover raincoat
Undercover long sleeves underneath the way
Ho them GO baskets casket, boy
I'm fresh to death from pissy hallways
They made millions off that second step
Now we mix the Ferragamo with the Fear of God
Taking selfies in Celine shades before
We face the odds
A hundred middle fingers to them squad cars
V6 all gold just like a gold card
But this ain't Yu-Gi-Oh, my style is
Turn your sister to a model
Give your girl a movie role
Every time I park my car
Say "motherfuck the meter"
Off White, off the leader
I can fuck her where I meet her
I'm Derrick G, the El Capitán
Fuck you caption, bitch
My ass remained by ragging bone
Y'all need some styling on
That's where my niggas stalling on
Man, half you fucking stylish you
Can't style at all
When I was 15, I used to go and share jeans
23, I'll spend a band on McQueen tees
Just because the stitches right
Work behind the wires
Hit a base if you listen right
Go and get your chicken right
Hundred if you kitchen right
Share that bitch 110 if you whipping right
Go and get you business right
Boy this is the gift of life

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels