Sicarios
Big Ghost LTD, Flee Lord, Conway the Machine
Brr, boom, boom, boom machine, what's good?
Lord, Lord!
Feast your eyes on the awesome and the real
(Real) puck hit him on the side
He got tossed in the ear (Brr)
Fleeigo Delgado, this is gladiator school
(Gladiator school)
Hot pipe in my hand, this a radiator tube
(Boom) them shenanigans you play
Now them hammers finna spray
Had him lackin' in the lobby
But his moms got in the way
(Get the fuck out the way)
Drummin' with some iron sticks, coke dryin'
Fryin' fish (Whip)
Jungle Lord
Got gorilla lungs and a lion wrist
Pots burnin', kids playin', block earnin'
Shit sprayin' (Brr)
Took it on consignment
Knocked it off on his fifth payment
Loaf of Fred Fresh leave
Your sofa bed stretched
How you told the bros, "No"
Went and told the feds, "Yes"?
(Pussy)
I told Con, "Relax, I'ma hold down the MAC"
(I got you) i'm in the slums with the goons
Where they flippin' hella packs
(Lord, brr, yup)
I'm in the slums with the goons
Where they flippin' hella packs
(What you need, auntie?)
Bars like central booking, Flee and Con
Know we cookin' (Whip it)
Nosy motherfucker
Catch a leg wound just for lookin' (Ah)
Gettin' to the mozzarella
Ricotta plus a lot of cheddar
Went from Gs to the Ms, bro
We runnin' out of letters, lord
(We went from what? Huh?)
We went from thousands to millions, nigga
(Fuck out of here, brr, boom, boom, boom)
Hahaha, you niggas still broke, nigga
(Ha ha ha) look, we want smoke, pussy
My doctor was mad that I
Wouldn't let him operate (Get off me)
I bounced back
I just make more money than my doctor make
(Hah) violate and you gettin' a surgeon
And a doctor date (Uh, huh)
Sound like a helicopter landin'
All that noise my chopper make
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Ask if it's a problem
They won't answer me back
(What you heard, nigga?)
I'm court side in Portland
Carmelo Anthony back (Ha ha haha)
Really just came to see my plug
I go hand him the sack
I'm smilin' like Anderson Paak when
He hand me the packs, yeah
(Gracias, amigo)
Hold on, let me hit this weed, nigga
Yeah, I got it
Gray spaceship, hop out, Fieg ASICS
(Talk to 'em) told Flee, "You gon' be rich
You just gotta stay patient"
(You gon' be rich, nigga)
My bitch lookin' like a young Sanaa Lathan
Sittin' ringside watchin' Tank Davis
Johnny Dang chain bracelet (Hah)
Pussy niggas mad 'cause I'm eatin'
And they can't take it (They mad)
'Bout to drop my album and
The impact gon' shake pavement (Cap)
If it's smoke
Four goons pull up with Ks wavin' (Brr)
A lot of bullets thrown like
When Brady played Peyton
Yeah, rockin' designer to my drawers
Niggas slidin' to the mall, but
They ain't findin' this Dior, nigga
(Ha ha ha) we was in the trenches sellin'
China by the store
Window-watcher in the trap
MAC-90 by the door (Talk to 'em)
In Houston, ridin' down Westheimer
In the car
That cost more than what you signed for
Admire from afar
'Cause if a nigga run up on me
I'm firin' this rod
Chopper set you fuck niggas on
Fire, I'm the God, nigga
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bars like central booking, Flee and Con
Know we cookin' (Whip it)
Nosy motherfucker
Catch a leg wound just for lookin' (Ah)
Gettin' to the mozzarella
Ricotta plus a lot of cheddar
Went from Gs to the Ms, bro
We runnin' out of letters, lord
(We went from what? Huh?)
We went from thousands to millions, nigga
(Fuck out of here, brr, boom, boom, boom)
Griselda
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