Top Songs By Griselda
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Griselda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Worthy
Composer
Desmond Price
Composer
Jeremie Pennick
Composer
Thomas Paldino
Composer
Eliot Dubock
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Butcha
Producer
Daringer
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Gonzalo Contreas
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah!
You know what the fuck is up, ****
Griselda shit, ****
(Griselda)
Yeah, it's that fire, ****
Smash and scrape, pussy
[Verse 2]
Who runnin' this shit?
It's not even close
The Double R Cullinan and the shotty is close
That's them Buffalo ****, they catch the bodies the most
.30 on my hip, I bet I will not get approached
My son gon' be a hustler, I see it all in his eyes
Pole on the backseat, every foreign I drive
My connect like Domino's, I can order a pie
I hit 'em back like matter fact
I want all your supply (Bring me all that shit papi!)
We used to skip school, luggin' a big tool
My dog locked
We on the dance floor
Under the table, switch shoes
In Brentwood, mansion with the big pool
Rocking my big jewels
[Verse 3]
I came up makin' fish move
(Whip that shit up, ****)
Don't call my phone if you ain't buying 10 kilos
My OG used to be 'The Source,' like Benzino
I'm like Sosa with the goons
I can send people
Versace'd down, drive the Ferrari like I'm Vin Diesel
[Verse 4]
Griselda the label, but
You **** know better to play with us
And I'ma be stackin' and weighin' up
Soon as I feel like this rap shit don't pay enough
Copped 9 sold 8, yeah it's late
But you know me I'm stayin' up
Bougie bitch, yeah that's my type
You need 6 figures just to lay with her
Ran it up 'cause I trap a lot
These **** know about the cash I got
But my plug still playin' broke
He in Old Navy and a Apple watch
When I'm getting in the fish, wait
I don't need bait or tackle box
I'm a real dope boy, ****
On my birthday I got a half a block!
**** won't rock me to sleep
I took a big risks just so we could eat
Sold grams, even stumbled over a hunnid bands in the B&E
Everybody get money
Even quarter ounce boys make a G a week
It's about who you feedin,' ****
If it's bleedin' ****, give the team get a piece
I was young in the state pen
Just enough time to make friends
If we link up and make plans
It's a done deal if we shake hands
You won't understand me 'less you move your family to place they feel safe in
Fuck what these hoes talkin' 'bout
'Cause I'm more concerned with what the bank's sayin'
Couple things you should pick up on
Mob rules yea we sticking to 'em
Principles will be sitting on
And if he got heart, we give blickers to him
Comfortable in my own hood
Same type of time that Nip was on
But I already beat the odds 'cause they say gangstas never live this long
[Verse 5]
My shooter doin' bad again
My shooter doin' bad again
My shooter doin' bad again
My shooter doin' bad again
[Verse 6]
Ayo
About a G'll get you
Got the MAC in a fiend rental
Pulled up, who the fuck said what?
Portofino with the bocaine guts
Trust nobody but Pootie
Fell in love with the Uzi at sixteen
Full length Mink on, Berg with the Snoopy
Gold Lex wagon
Lex Luger, cruiser weight coke, don't make me shoot ya
Your brains get blown out, I bet it's beautiful!
[Verse 7]
The black Jake The Snake, Just Don cape
Watch a **** fly away (Watch a **** fly away)
Somebody gotta die today (Somebody gotta die today)
I know where ya mama stay (I know where that bitch stay)
I know where ya grandmama stay (I know where that bitch stay)
So many bullets, set your whole house on fire
Bennett High, neck full of shit from King of Diamonds
Ah, it's all about timin'
Eatin' fine dinin'
Ah, coke on fine china
Written by: Alvin Worthy, Desmond Price, Eliot Dubock, Jeremie Pennick, Thomas Paldino