[ Featuring Stove God Cooks ]
Griselda
By Fashion Rebels
Ayo
Chop had the Glock, Neef had the gauge (boom, boom, boom)
Bullets flipped through like hangman Adam Page (boom, boom, boom)
Lobster bisque, went to Spain, back with the shades (skrrt)
Out in Gijón, my Dior shades sway
No one ahead of me (uh-uh)
One in the head 'cause of jealousy (boom)
Weaponry for every f*ck nigga that'll F with me (boom, boom, boom)
Especially these fake rap niggas
On the road to success, I was a successful crack dealer, uh (woo)
Go get the pot out, we still ain't whippin' (whip)
Around Hitler 3, I was on a land mission
Make sure the money and the bricks stay listed
If you hear anything, just shoot, pay attention (brr)
Now I got diamond ink written on the dishes
Eatin' Wagyu, you f*ck niggas' rib' twitchin' (woo)
Lv 40 Below's like I'm bishop
Told the bitch, "You can't f*ck with me, I'm too expensive"
Tell them broke niggas, "Don't say my name no more" (God)
I don't got crazy rich, I ain't sayin' no more (brrt)
Wrist so heavy, I can't wave no more
Wrist so heavy, I can't wave (woo)
Tell them broke niggas, "Don't say my name no more" (brrt)
I done got crazy rich, I ain't sayin' no more (no more)
Wrist so heavy, I can't wave no more (uh, uh)
Wrist so heavy, I can't wave (talk, talk to 'em)
I have 'em spray your shit up all week, even Saturday they come
They keep spinnin' 'round your world, it be Saturn when I'm done (I swear)
Some seven-figure run (God)
Had to get them broke niggas from around me, shit was addin' up to none
Used to rap in the trap house, the mirror while I was pumped (God)
Foggy water bubbling, Bow was hostin' 106
I was tryna get a hundred bricks, get the summer lit (what?)
I just flew to Dublin, to Paris, to London (where else?)
I don't even drive in the lane no more, I'm runnin' it (it's mine)
Man, stop askin' what I'm worth when I'm f*ckin' rich (broke-ass nigga)
I just turned down four tours for the f*ck of it (I did)
I just shot dice with the Aliens on the mothership (I did)
I still got residue all over the Fendi oven mitt (woo)
If you got a plug, nigga, plug it (you should)
Therefore, I don't wanna hear more back-and-forth about
Who cooked O's? They ain't Stove (it ain't me)
I'm the brick beater, Nigel BIKE AIR, powder footprint leaver (woo)
I still got it cheaper, five bricks for a feature (I do)
The Louis trench so long, you can't see the chopper
But I'll make you a believer (brrt, bop-bop-bop-bop-bop)
There has been one thing
One man that I wanted to take everything that I could from him
To leave him with nothing but the ash of his pride (Griselda)
Before that one man, there have been a dozen or more other dumbasses to get in my way
And justice delayed, is justice denied
But look at me and believe me when I tell you
That I will have him when I want
