Griselda, by Fashion Rebels Ayo, the razor blade under the tongue Piru white Panamera, I was playin' some Pun Test the yay' before you pay, rub the taste on your gums And if it's straight, give me my cake and we done BAPE socks and these Lagerfield gloves, yo, we choppin' keys Cop and squeeze, he tried to walk me so I shot his knees Yellow diamonds all on the Rollie sittin' on top of sleeve Go see papi, then cop me twenty blocks and leave Please, Allah, can you save me? Down to a four and a baby Nah, I'm just playin', MAC-11 sprayin', invasion Thirty shell casings layin' on the pavement, Lord They say the Devil wears Dolce Hitler wear Hermès, scale for a trophy Send a Kike to hammer and spray Tell him: Blam it away and hit whatever stand in the way Yay', we got yayo on the dinner plate (Yeah, haha) Yay', we got yayo on the dinner plate (Sniff! Ah, hah) Yay', we got yayo on the dinner plate (Know what it is, nigga) Yay', got yayo on the dinner plate (Haha, yeah!) Like I said, man, you bitch-niggas in trouble, man Know what I mean? You bitch-made niggas in trouble, man I see through you fuck-niggas, man Straight up, nigga, got drums for you niggas, man Been hearing all the talkin', nigga Straight up, nigga, we T-shirt niggas, man We black-bag niggas, man Hall & Nash, nigga, yeah How you want it? When you want it, nigga?