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GRAILED - armani west Remix
1nonly;Freddie Dredd;armani west
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(dwilly, I'm scared)
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
Ya-ya whole crew gon' die
My whole crew gon' slide, I wish you well
Wish that you would try
W-Wanna get supplied, just ring the bell
Ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell
So much paper on me, bitch, that you would think I'm checkin' mail
G-Gettin high, smokin' 'til I leave
Push u-, P-P-Push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
I-I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
Private driver parkin' out front
Wa-wa-Wantin' that pic better stand in line
Do-do-Double R phantom outside
Back seat riding-ridin' with stars look up
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me-e-e
I get it quickly we set in stone my family-ly-ly
Doo-Doomshop killas standin' on a silly set ya heard (ya heard)
Bullets like a bird they flyin' through ya fuckin' church
I wonder why you crying steady hatin' steady lying (lying)
You said you tough, but yous a pussy, now ya ass is fryin' (fryin')
I'm loaded up, I'm steady aiming at you fucking bitches
I swear I love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces
I-I-I walk the walk, I talk the talk and I will prove it to ya
I'm 289, I'm 186, the Freddie make ya piss
I done a lot of shit to make it where I got like this
Dug my way from the dirt and now the Freddie's pissed
Ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin', baby
I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin' shady
I stay up in the shadows demons creeps and body's shallow
I always want the battle, hear the sound the death rattle
I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed (Look, Mani Montana, bitch)
I got paper in this duffle, I keep my couple
I be takin' all his money, getting more cheese than some ruffles
Pussy, I made a puddle, I'm badder than some trouble
I been eating all these bitches, haha, knuckle her chuckles
I-I can throw it back on my knees, send 'em back to the streets
I'll swerve on a nigga, back back in a jeep (beep-beep)
And yes, Mrs. West, but I bang in the east
And I don't play piano, bitch, give me my keys
Ga-Gave 'em a rap hit with the 1nonly, take her man, ride him, pony
Been poppin' my shit, pop soda and that Pepsi
Raps new nightmare, just ask Freddie
I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
(dwilly, I'm scared)
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