"GRAILED (870glizzy Remix)" lyrics
1nonly, Freddie Dredd & 870glizzy Lyrics
(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-prolly 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
P-p-push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
Private driver parkin' out front
Wantin' that pic, better stand in line
Double R phantom outside
Backseat 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-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me
I get it quickly, we set in stone my family
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 you's 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 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 up 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-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
(Ah, damn)
Glock .22, put a tag on his foot like a Stock X (Bam, bam)
Nigga's be ratting, we go down for that
You gone be the one to point your index (He did it)
L-Look in my index (Look at my)
Probably ya bitch in it hitting my phone with a double text
Foot on they neck, I could never let up
I set the bar and they never pull up (Come here)
He dropped a diss song, but it went nowhere
It's okay buddy just keep your head up
Matter fact better duck
When we slide on your block it's like head's down, seven up
Get down, get down (Pew, pew)
I'm with this bitch from the southside
Bad as fuck, tell her to open her mouth wide, open up
That money coming in show enough, southside
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-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
(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-prolly 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
P-p-push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
Private driver parkin' out front
Wantin' that pic, better stand in line
Double R phantom outside
Backseat 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-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me
I get it quickly, we set in stone my family
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 you's 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 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 up 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-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
(Ah, damn)
Glock .22, put a tag on his foot like a Stock X (Bam, bam)
Nigga's be ratting, we go down for that
You gone be the one to point your index (He did it)
L-Look in my index (Look at my)
Probably ya bitch in it hitting my phone with a double text
Foot on they neck, I could never let up
I set the bar and they never pull up (Come here)
He dropped a diss song, but it went nowhere
It's okay buddy just keep your head up
Matter fact better duck
When we slide on your block it's like head's down, seven up
Get down, get down (Pew, pew)
I'm with this bitch from the southside
Bad as fuck, tell her to open her mouth wide, open up
That money coming in show enough, southside
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-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
(Dwilly, I'm scared)
