[Intro]
When nose pop it's a dome shot
Out come the yellow tape, road blocks

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm like monster in the gold drop
Gloves on while I'm loading shots in the old yop'
Ah! the pole longer than a old mop
Back seat shooter got the shotty with the nose chopped (Cap)
The HK with the fold stock (Uh)
When nose pop it's a dome shot, yellow tape, road blocks (Boom boom!)
We sold drop, whip it make the Os lock
Gold pots, cocaine resy on my stovetop (Whip up!)
Ah! I put the game on notice (Uh)
Back focused, The Devil's Reject, I'm Otis
Pushin' the Lotus (vroom!), on the back seat where the pole is
Pull up and unload it (brrrr), back of your head is where the hole is
Hold this, this shit I wrote is considered some of the dopest
Shit we heard in a moment, if I go broke, just show me where the stove is (Okay)
My bitch one of the coldest, half black and Polish
Drop more steroids, they fiendin' for another dosage (Talk to 'em!)

[Chorus]
You know how we play it on this side (You know whassup)
It's Griselda, bitch, and we ain't letting shit slide (It's Griselda, n***a)
We let them 50 round sticks fly (Brrrrr)
Your mama can't afford a funeral, she do another fish fry (Hahahaha)
Shooter pull up and it's a murder show (Cap)
Pull up it be a murder show (Boom boom boom!)
Shooter pull up it be a murder show (Uh)
Pull up it be a murder show, uh (Brrrr)
[Verse 2]
41 millimeter underneath the sleeve (Uh)
Cicatriz MAC on me, if you blink I squeeze (Brr)
Gunnin' like I'm tryna leave the league (Uh)
You gone need a spleen, pop it 'til you leak and bleed, please believe (Boom boom boom!)
I'm at a level you could never reach (Never)
Paid eleven for my sneaks, I'ma forever eat (I'm eatin', n***a)
Rose gold Rollie but the bezel peak (You see 'em)
Penthouse lows, Hollywood, that's a better suite (Hahahaha!)
I keep one or two goons, not eleven deep
Live killers, like Kawhi Leonard then don't never speak (Talk to 'em)
Shipping boxes, like four hundred pounds every week (Cap)
I just keep elevatin', I ain't never peak (I ain't at my peak yet!)
It's my year, the Off White Nike Air's
Fuckin' the girl of they dreams, givin' them n***as nightmares (Haaah! You n***as mad)
Yeah, I want the smoke, I'm right here, n***a, uh (What's poppin', n***a?)

[Chorus]
You know how we play it on this side (You know whassup, pussy)
It's Griselda bitch and we ain't letting shit slide (It's Griselda, n***a)
We let them 50 round sticks fly (Brrrrr)
Your mama can't afford a funeral she do another fish fry (Hahahaha!)
Shooter pull up and it's a murder show (Cap)
Pull up it be a murder show (Boom boom boom!)
Shooter pull up it be a murder show (Uh)
Pull up it be a murder show, uh (Brrrrr)
[Outro]
Uh, uh, you know what's fucked up, n***a
You ain't even leave yo' baby mama no money for yo' kids, n***a
Yo ain't leave yo' mama no bread, n***a
Hehe, she had to throw another fish fry for you, fuck-ass n***a
Uh, I don't feel no remorse, n***a
Fuck all you n***as
Straight like that, n***a
It's Griselda, bitch, fuck the other side
Straight like that, Machine, bitch
Daringer
Reject 3, n***a, spooky
Told you n***as, uh

- Fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck did you have to shoot him for, man!? You didn't have to shoot him, man!
- He make a move
- He didn't make a fuckin' move, man! You dig?
- You lyin', man!
- He looked right at you!
- No, man, he's dead, isn't he, man!?
- [?], shut up!