Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum, Stove God Cooks and Estee Nack - God Is Love

(Conductor)
Woah, uh-huh
(Conductor, we have a problem) Nackie Chan, wha-ta!
Whoa, yo
Yo, son

Santo Domingo, helpin' the Gus to get to the people (¿Qué lo que?)
It's niggas watchin' us shine like kings, bro (shiny)
Golden ring though, a lot of bling and all jingle
All my niggas are dogs like dingo
Call the bitches to come and mingle (mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth and some hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
Makin' the paper to stack up chips that tall like Pringles, son (money)
Took off a nigga roof and watch
Pieces of him lift and fall like shingles (bah, bah, bah, bah)
Pop the cork and toast it, fourth Clicquot
We done made this work
The dopest niggas that got exposed that we gon' (yeah)
Can't believe he gettin' dirt and really told on his people (he folded)
In the streets, deal with O's of perico (word)
Look at this nigga arm, you can tell by the inside (uh-huh)
It was only used for just to poke in needles and shit (fuck)
He'd want it even more if he knew it was lethal (that's crazy)
The dope came up (uh-huh), what, what? Been on my ten toes, yo (nack)
I tap the jumper like it's Dominican dembow, bro (jokin')
I feel invincible when I sing in the Benzo (vroom)
Got upper and downers, Addies and benzos, yeah

Diamond dancin' (uh), nine-hundred and ninety-six grams
We lost a few in the unwrappin', more in the pan (yeah)
Fuck it, the last twelve, they dropped back like Randall Cunningham (they did)
I had to hop step on it like Ja Morant
Then them tear pants with the candles (Stove)
Scorpions on the Carmelo Anthony (Stove)
They dropped me out the clouds
I landed in coke water in the kitchen sink (woo)
The answer is me (woo)
I told the plug, "Make sure it's Tia Landry
I want it to look like the last one you handed me" (I do)
He hopped out swingin' the chopper like a canopy (brrt, bah, bah)
I left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity (in my sanity)
The flip phone do a hundred grand a week
Angela Bassett, I had it flamin' in the street
Fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (tink, tink)
Now I move it all hands-free
My bitch doin' her make-up in the vanity, look like DaniLeigh (she do)
I bought a Chanel bag, just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys

And when she made it (when she made it)
When she made it (when she made it)
We celebrated when she made it
When she made it, when she made it, Stove

Peace, God
God is love, God
I love God
Even with the Devil on my shoulder
God is love, FLYGOD is forever
Big Griselda, bigger villains
One beginning, one ending
(Conductor)

Put the flash on him
Benny the Butcher, man, how you feel, dawg?
At the top of the world, but it's still all
My boy Westside Gunn, nigga
Put me on his damn back, said, "Get-Get 'em"
And never mind what they talkin' 'bout
Real niggas pull the money out when the drama out
Real nigga put the money down, the drum out
Millionaire, I'll pull the llama out your mama mouth
Take the money out the damn bus, you on the couch
Put the pistol in your daughter mouth, you on the couch
We gon' go around the corner with that Glock .50
Poppin' off about a hundred at these pop niggas
G-wagon and I'm G baggin'
Bitch-ass nigga talkin' 'bout he heat clappin'
And I done heard about your pussy-ass
Next time I catch your boy, he rolled up in grass
Count the cash, count the cash, man, I'm livin' fast
So quick to do the homicide with the mask
Take the mask off, broad day a nigga
What the fuck you wanna do about that cold killer?
Chain vicious, what's the issue 'bout my damn dawgs?
My boy, F.N.F, man, that's poppin' off
Low-key, start to call
Taboo, motherfucker, tell these niggas we goin' hard
Real niggas do real things, but all many
Bitch-ass niggas gon' hate, that's all in 'em
Envy in us niggas, that's jealously, all hate
You're desperate to see a nigga upstate
The real in my eyes couldn't let that shit ride
D-I-E as a nigga swallow his pride
Never take my pride or my motherfuckin' stripes
Knee deep in the bullet, am I, huh?
The game be my wife, the lane be my ice
The .45 steel to a nigga brain twice
That .9 millimeter revolve a nigga
Got that, got that bitch poppin' off, 'fore I solve you niggas
Shoutouts to them boys who did that time
Twans Hat, you my nigga, I did that line
When the first time I seen that boy go to the Earth
The first time I seen that boy go to the birth
.38 Special, a killer, real right
And every dime who hatin' the block all night
F.N.F, fuck niggas finances
While the goddamn gold frame dances

Griselda by Fashion Rebels

Written by:
Aaron Cooks, Alex Rosario, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Denzel Williams, Keisha Plum

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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