Lyrics:
the saw room
We movin in silence no need for a talk foo
Benjamin only who imma talk to
Keepin a dog incase they try to dog you
My Siberian husky will turn
of clean pistols to wash 'em out
I'm really finna give yo ass some hotter shit to talk about
The goons hit the room now you asking what's this all about
it won't be none
Y'all know who run the streets, huh? Griselda
We gon' see when Tana Talk 3 come
Got my hammer in the trap, I watch the camera like
need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you
killlers, we switch to kill
If u see’em wit us, then it’s Mr Gill
Wanna talk cake, then it’s Sam and Charlie
Goat from Andres, I see Rob and Mark
A belly
And it's obvious
I cannot talk to these niggas who fake
Offer no wisdom like food on a plate
You a cheese boy but o nkopa di skeif
This a mistake
This lil
you better clean this room
Get those chores done, this is your house too
I don't care who made this
Mess, you're gonna clean it, that's that
Alright
despite your faults
Must be nicehaving someone who talks the
Talk but also walks the walk
Must be nicehaving someone
Who understands that a thug has
solved
Can't fuck with you dawg cause I really might rob you
Tie you up and leave you in the Bayou
Come here lil mama I really wanna try you
Purchase
to pop it nigga I'd be wrong
Lil' boy you a bitch
Mane yo' pussy showin'
I hid all the crack with the silicone
If you talk to police you
Can't come to my
a gang old rules, old news
Written the books people think we supposed to
I ain't goin' lie
Don't compare me to those dudes
Who say the rap game
Everybody
and give me should rubs
I ain’t gotta talk the lil bitch know she just came on to fuck
Pop it on her lips like she just cursed that mean she gotta suck
of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up
[Marsha Ambrosia]
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now I'm goin' do it all over again
Ain't nothin'
a click-clack
Only nigga trippin lil' homie where ya shit at
You rap don't got no respectance
Time to go get that
So lift that point that aim where's his dome
a click-clack
Only nigga trippin lil' homie where ya shit at
You rap don't got no respectance
Time to go get that
So lift that point that aim where's his dome
books we've read
With atmospheres of days gone by
With paper smiles
The screenplay calls a message for the nation
Chorus:
And those who sneer will fade
Run up with a bitch I don't know
(Who)
Rob a pussy nigga for his dough
(Cash)
Lil' shorty shoot when I say go
(Go)
Make a nigga limp, stub his toe
Tie
spent with all my OG's
I got some lil homie out here
Hungry doing some licks
I got some Soldiers who will ride
And kill your ass for a fix
I got some some
spent with all my OG's
I got some lil homie out here
Hungry doing some licks
I got some Soldiers who will ride
And kill your ass for a fix
I got some some
spent with all my OG's
I got some lil homie out here
Hungry doing some licks
I got some Soldiers who will ride
And kill your ass for a fix
I got some some
of niggas can't stomach death, he had went to vomittin' on the drill
In their hood, they rob they brothers, don't tell your mama 'bout what he did
If you
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'
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