CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Drill a RaMA

808 my crew
Big Griselda, Big BSF, n***a, huh
I'll get every one of y'all n***as hit
Quit playin' with me, man
I'll send a cleanup crew, pu**y (Ah)
Yeah, uh huh
Y'all n***as ain't never been like that, stop cappin', n***a
Yeah, uh
We come through that b*t*h, ten Rollies and thirty chains on, n***a (Uh)

Yo, we lookin' for opps to bury 'em, we talk about Glocks and carry 'em
Gimme a hammer, I'm Joe Montana, the trophies I got, I'm wearin' 'em
I put a bad b*t*h on a diet (Huh), I feed her room service from the Hyatt
You want the sex from her, I'm a pimp (Yo), so I get the best from her likе she Mýa, ugh
It's Caese thе diva, you know how I'm comin', that drip be leakin' (Ooh)
I hit up the mall with your n***a and hit every store like I'm trick-or-treatin' (What's up?)
That n***a a fiend, geekin' (Hah), put him on pause, he tweakin' (Ooh)
I been in my bag, these b*t*hes is mad, huh (What), what is the reason?

Yeah, is it the blue faces in my denim? Think it's the bust down that offend 'em
Y'all better duck down when I'm spinnin', know when I touch down, then it's business (Ooh)
Yeah, only if the head messy, I let her swipe my card at Jeffery's
I let him black American Express me, ain't no rap b*t*h gon' check me, period