D Wade

You, you (yo), you (yo)
You (yo), you
You, you
You (hrm), you (yo)
You (yo), you

On the ave' shooting dice with the monies out (hrm)
The honeys out, chains on, sipping Remy, like anything raw
My younging got the thing on him
If a nigga jump stupid, just blow his brains on him
If not, just clip his man and I'ma bang on him, make it rain on him
Uh, go insane on him
40 was showing, can't say that I ain't warn him
I shot him out his Gucci high waters

I know the nigga pissed, take the Rolly off his wrist, it's yours, nigga
You wouldn't even have to squeeze your grip
You ready to put it in, I see you loyal, nigga
These niggas talk that gangster shit
But low-key will be a bitch, I be knowing, nigga
I got it out the mud
I had to work my way up, it's for my soil, niggas (what up?)

You know what's up, nigga (I am not taking this shit, fuck the gang)
It's for my niggas getting it out of the motherfucking trenches, nigga
All my young niggas (tu-tu-tu)
What's popping, nigga? (Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu)
It's that Griselda, nigga? (Brrr)
It's that Griselda shit, nigga?
Uh, look (so, I tell 'em)

On the ave shooting dice, Camino gun was out (uh-huh)
Throw four 56 twice, and then I'm running out (ha-ha-ha-ha)
With that pussy nigga cash, that nigga had to stop it (all gone)
Eighty-three hundred in the bank, that was that faggot probably (yeah)
Out in Cali' shipping boxes (yeah), 40 racks on watches (huh)
I'm taking over the game, just sit back and watch it (put it on the door)
You wasn't wrapping blocks before we had this rap shit popping
It was sell bricks or rob niggas, we ain't had no option (we didn't have no option, nigga)

Yeah, the mac-90 with the long clip (brrr)
This shit for real, don't be thinking it's just some song shit (don't get it twisted)
With Action Bronson smoking shade and taking bong hits (waddup my nigga?)
Get a verse from The Machine, I'll get your song lit (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah, you should pay homage, I'm the Don, bitch (I'm that nigga)
Don't get yourself shot for saying the wrong shit (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Trust me, I stay strapped with the fully (ah)
It's The Machine, bitch, I'm back on my bully shit (nigga)

Camino, what's good, nigga? (You, you)
Yeah (you, you)
It's that motherfucking Griselda shit, nigga? (You, you)
Niggas know what's up, nigga (you, you)
We run the streets, nigga (you, you)
Straight like that, nigga (you, you)
We run the streets, nigga (you, you) (ha-ha)

Niggas know what's up, nigga (you, you)
Niggas can't get out of pocket, without getting gunned down, nigga (you, you)
Do your homework, nigga, check your history, homie (you, you) (ha-ha-ha)
This shit is unreal, homie (facts) (you, you)
I'm pointing hands on one of you fuck niggas (you, you)
Who sitted in the game nigga? (You, you)
Trust me-