Moselle – Griselda lyrics

Lyrics Moselle – Griselda

Moselle lyrics
A landslide n***a
Huh this s**t is this s**t is a landslide n***a

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh this the theme music for the pie stretchers (Whip up)
I whipped five I got five extras (Hah)
Three Everybody is F.O.O.D tapes a trifecta (Cap)
Show these niggas in the game how to apply pressure (Rock s**t up n***a)
All my bitches got a bag and they drive Tesla (Uh-huh)
Bust down the Cubans I lit my neck up (You see the neck b***h)
Landslidin’ on niggas don’t even try to catch us
Hollow tips flyin’ out of my Heckler
We came a long way from that Digiscale
That s**t too small to weigh up the s**t I sell
Pink Spade for my b***h she don’t do Zinfandel
Y’all ain’t the only niggas gettin’ money boy we rich as well (Hah)
Rich as hell shooter empty out his clip and bail (Boom boom boom boom)
Sniffin’ yayo so long he lost his sense of smell (Smell s**t)
Before I left Cali I sent the bale (Haha)
Hit Goose told him “Look out for it it’s in the mail”
I leave a n***a living room floor full of blicky shells (Brr)
Broke we gotta kill his baby mama too that b***h’ll tell (Get that b***h too)
I’m stackin’ all the profit off of every brick I sell (Cap)
I bet you p***y niggas wish I fail (Hahaha)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Ah hand on my clip we animals dismantle my strip
I’m 5’8″ but 6’11” if I stand on my bricks
I cancel y’all quick with the Glock I shoot cannonballs with (Doot doot doot)
I sat in prison walkin’ the yard just plannin’ all this (Ah)
Uh unknown location I got thirty Os (I got thirty Os)
‘Cause I’m too smart for that stash in the dirty clothes
I’m in the kitchen countin’ cash does she disturb me? No
Revenge a dish for greedy niggas you gotta serve it cold (Suckers)
I had to move where the climate hot (Hot)
I took the money off the corner and invested that in private stock
Bet you know I still run the kinda spot (Yeah)
Hustlers buy the bricks in the back and the front is just a tire shop (Ah)
Big guns ain’t no quiet shots (Ain’t no quiet shots)
I’ll be fine if you die or not plus I’m equipped if a riot pop (We got guns n***a)
I threw the whole clip but he survived the shots (Brr)
I guess my aim was on but the timing not (Damn)
Felony s**t you can never be clipped (N***a)
One night stands with women I would never be with
My OG puttin’ me on he love tellin’ me s**t
Said “Black men in America could never be rich” The Butcher

[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
Ayo rockin’ wonders (Ah)
Wonderin’ if I should rock John Undercover for the whole summer
Pole with the scratched numbers (Boom boom boom boom boom)
We wore Fear of Gods to the last supper (Ah)
Too much coke I made the Pyrex glass suffer
House of the Very Islands stylin’
Dope pilin’ on China put the .40 to him started firin’ (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Plain Jane said I’m ahead of my time again (Ahead of my time again)
Back whippin’ them nines again back to back Lambs on Fairfax (Skrrt)
Ran out of Sweet Chick blew the n***a head back (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Jetta to the Beverly Center
Bloodstains in the fifth seat gave the blick to valet
Now you rich M16 vicious don’t come my way I spray (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
I’m out in Tribeca baggin’ up yay
Paint all on my North Face the worst case I’ma be rich
Collina Strada my b***h (Huh?) I’m on the yard on my drip (Huh?)
I had the Audemars wrist (Huh?) the Phillipe tucked in my Timbs (Huh?)
You better have my commissary or you gettin’ that biz (Ah)
Jewelry out with my kidsss

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