May Store - Griselda/Keisha Plum.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Alvin Worthy/Demond Price/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paldino/Eliot Dubock
[00:12.91]Ah, let's go
[00:14.12]I don't feel no pressure, I feel like this my callin'
[00:17.20]Bought the work, a hour later, I had to flush it down the toilet (Damn)
[00:20.45]Every time they kicked the door down, I'm who took the charges (Me)
[00:23.83]I came back and trapped harder, just in case they thought I lost it (What)
[00:27.54]I was starin' them pots over with terrorist block soldiers
[00:31.20]Yeah, I went from heroin to a Merrill Lynch stock broker (Ah)
[00:34.50]She coulda got a pair of tits from the pair of kicks I'm quotin'
[00:38.00]All my hoes crazy, I can't fxck unless she bipolar
[00:41.79]Eastside legend like Sly and Rodney C
[00:44.37]I really beat white, I'm Mr. T from Rocky III
[00:47.83]You let these hoes sweet talk you, you n!ggas get rocked to sleep
[00:51.16]You pay that b!tch rent, I ask that ho what she got for me (What you got for me?)
[00:54.58]They know I'm up now, but my only hustle was not the streets (Nah)
[00:57.95]So when they touched down, I can still front you a block a piece
[01:01.70]I know hoes that won't fxck you and jewelers that's out your reach (Uh-huh)
[01:04.91]I don't hate n!ggas, I see 'em as students that I can teach (Butcher)
[01:08.45]Ayo, I'm in these streets waist deep (Talk to 'em)
[01:10.25]If I can't eat with you, you can't eat (Hah)
[01:13.33]That's how we give it up on May Street (May Block, pxssy)
[01:15.66]May Street, pistol whip you, you get your face beat (Cap)
[01:19.25].40, no safety, tucked right where my waist be (What's poppin'?)
[01:22.75]Yeah, race to the top, who wanna race me? (Uh-huh)
[01:26.12]I don't chase money, money chase me (I'm gettin' bags, n!gga)
[01:28.75]Countin' these bands, it's been a great week (Cap)
[01:31.00]’Member, I cooked my first deuce, that jar busted in Renee seat (I was fxcked up)
[01:35.54]I feel like Cam, painted the Wraith pink (Hah)
[01:37.87]B!tches like, damn, they wanna taste me (Uh-huh), skeleton AP (You see me)
[01:42.25]Give me a minute, bro, I can't think (Hold up)
[01:44.83]I’m too busy countin' this money for the lawyer so my dog can get his case beat (We on the way, n!gga)
[01:49.91]Yeah, I been a G since I jumped off the porch (Hah)
[01:53.50]Still ridin' with the pump in the Porsche (Cap)
[01:57.25]Yeah, still G-ridin', leave you slumped on your porch (Boom, boom, boom)
[02:00.62]I came up hustlin' the stuff that you snort
[02:03.95]Them n!ggas sneak dissin' me, that's nothin', of course (That's light)
[02:07.20]’Cause I can have them n!ggas clipped like it's nothin', of course (Hah)
[02:10.70]Rock this designer sh!t, she wanna know what this sh!t cost
[02:13.95]I told her all you need to know is you fxckin' a boss (Haha)
[02:17.33]Yeah, chopper loaded, lock and loaded, snitchin', I do not condone it
[02:21.54]Pop his dome in, I don't know sh!t, I keep goin'
[02:24.25]Forty pointers, watch is frozen, I send ten
[02:26.58]From Toronto to San Antonio but it's not DeRozan, box is loaded up
[02:30.37]Ayo, we know it's fxckin' murder, shoot you, ain't gon' take it further (Brr)
[02:34.62]Hit your son up, hit your daughter, shot your b!tch, put on your coffin
[02:38.04]N!ggas starvin', my n!ggas in Ferrari with the top off (Skrrt)
[02:41.29]And n!ggas bossin', need talk for stunner bricks, don't call Steve Austin (Ah)
[02:44.95]Fear of God joggers, joggin', n!ggas think they fake important
[02:48.29]To me, you just a fxck n!gga, blow your head off soon as I walk in (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[02:51.66]I don't do no fxckin' talkin', ballin', Just Don sportin'
[02:55.00]GT on Rodeo with my rich white b!tch (Skrrt, rich white b!tch)
[02:59.50]N!ggas talkin' culture, but not like this (But not like this)
[03:06.33]I’m a killer and I'm gonna kill again
[03:08.70]I wrote this with a devilish grin
[03:12.25]I’m lookin' at his neck full of gold
[03:14.79]I know what kind of car he drove
[03:16.91]Holy Ghost, his soul that Calico
[03:19.50]Any one of my n!ggas can snuff you
[03:22.29]They solid and all official
[03:24.37]What would ChineGun do?
[03:26.66]Buffalo is ruthless, throw you off the roof sh!t
[03:29.70]Kicked him in his face until he's fxckin' toothless
[03:32.45]Murderous music, I'm from the fxckin' zoo
[03:35.45]City full of villains and mobsters too
[03:39.00]Burner to his dome, what would ChineGun do?
[03:41.75]It's Griselda, n!gga
[03:43.50]The Butcher, Machine, Gunn, and Plum
[03:45.54]Filthiness riddled all in your eardrum
[03:48.87]When it's a price on your head, it's not up for discussion
[03:52.66]Two slugs in your b!tch face, those are the repercussions
[03:56.12]This n!gga wouldn't stop pleadin' for his life all of a sudden
[03:59.70]We wipe away your whole bloodline
[04:04.08]That's word to slime
[04:05.62]So we waitin' until his seeds get off the bus
[04:07.08]Guaranteed these lil' bastards gonna put up a fuss
[04:10.62]And we slittin' their throats right in front of you
[04:13.91]Thoughts of a criminal, what would ChineGun do?
[04:17.04]N!ggas will pistol whip your granny
[04:19.41]Run a train on your mammy
[04:21.91]I’m spiteful and death is delightful
[04:25.29]Yeah