Songtext von Chine Gun

If it's beef— If it's beef— If it's beef, listen —I will blam you —I will blam you —I will blam you —listen, I will blam you (Griselda) —I will blam you Ayo, the pack-whipper, gold plastic-wrap-zipper The MAC-gripper, the two-for-five crack-pitcher The Ronnie Fieg-rocker, the Off-White biker over the chopper Mister 23 and 1 lockup Paint the Wraith Bape Camo, hang out the sunroof like Rambo Cheese, eggs and grits outta Pano's Virgil, Vandal, Van Gogh, I lust for bank rolls Bitches be rubbin' my feet while you chase hoes I was ahead of my time, baking soda rapin' yola Stretch a one to two, I copped a Rover Some niggas wanna hate 'cause I'm greater Sent my son to hang on the cross, Bulgari down three days later A half a milli in jewels, I had the 40 on me Try if you want, I'll spill your brains on your trophy [Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo] Try if you want, I'll spray your brains on 'em Niggas can't fuck with S.E. Remember that" Listen, I'm on my J.O.B In the hood, a live boy, I'ma bang my heat And I've never been the nigga to pause If there's beef, fuck 'em, I hit his block And I'm tossin' 'em all A lot of niggas talkin' big like they gangsta and such And the hollows won't flip that truck Faggot, listen: I will blam you Murder One Block is what what it is—