Rivi

Uh, this that Butcher shit, ****

This that Griselda shit

This that Derringer shit, ****

Yeah

Ayo, this shit so big, it'll put a hole through you

You, you, and the wall, ****

Yo, look, uh

I pray for **** flippin' half ounces

One day they reach the point of carryin' duffle bags out of stash houses

We was cash counters, fast thousands

Had me pullin' glass out the pot, water **** invasion

I pray for **** flippin' half ounces

One day they reach the point of carryin' duffle bags out of stash houses

We was cash counters, fast thousands

Had me pullin' glass out the pot, the water runnin' like Splash Mountain

I catch a lick, I won't brag 'bout it

I just show up in a mask with a MAC with a bag round it

Fuck a booth, you could get dragged out it

Splashed Clique on my last outfit

The Benz off-white, the Jag, almond

Monopoly, I copped the whole board

We rock the whole floor, bought me a gauge then chopped the nose off

We locked, nobody sent a postcard (Fuck 'em all)

I'm still a gangster, I serve food on the table I chop the coke on

I got your bitch rockin' slow songs

But we don't fuck, she just suck me off

And come drop the dope off

I play the trap in a snow storm

With a brick, I made a stack every time they twist the doorknob

They talkin' bodies, but I doubt if they with it

This that Godfather flow that got Gotti acquitted

Spendin' money, fuckin' hotties, it get highly addictive

Lost my gun in a robbery, end up robbin' me with it

I miss the bodies on bodies, so you probably can get it

And catch fragments from the shotty just from parlayin' with 'em

Back home, the streets cold, God as my witness

**** even get smoked when they mindin' they business

Tell me why it's normal when blood spill in the streets

Smirk on my face while the judge sentencin' me

I remember when they kept drug dealin' discreet

Now it's like, you can buy drugs and get receipts

I'd face a RICO charge if these walls was talkin'

We cooked hard up to soft from this small apartment

I seen it all, swear to God, them halls still haunt me

I heard my brother got cut in the yard in Marcy

I'm feelin' guilty, 'cause maybe I misled him

Is it fate? Every son my mom raised turned out a felon

They tell us stay in, but no, that don't pay electric

It's funny how we say we trap just to make an exit

That's how you think when you hustlin'

Another hustler still vouching for me

They ain't forget, them **** bought they first ounces from me

Yeah, whoa, I went and got a lawyer, my lawyer hired a lawyer

And that one got an accountant for me

I'm stackin' boxes like UPS, a fan on the barrel to cool the TEC

I play the field just like Mookie Betts

She never call, she only shoot me texts

I fuck her once a week, but to me, that's Romeo and Juliet

The arm the Rollie on, I use it best

Whip a zip to a .44, the dopest raw is usually stretched

Y'all be tryna gas me, I'm too cocky round these rappers

And the Buffalo gang unit got me down as active, motherfucker

Here in Buffalo, including this crime scene

I'm **** the city's fruit belt

That's where police found the body of a 28 year old man

Police say it's one of a dozen homicides they've investigated

This month alone

This map shows locations of those crime scenes