Paroles de Black Widow (feat. Rome Streetz & Westside Gunn)

Griselda Brrt, ayo I got samples on my feet, they ain't even made a box yet (Uh-uh) Ruger check, Glock check Marni mock neck, shit was all a process (Ah) I'm out in Malbay smokin' back to back, Jah bless (Ba-da-ba-ba) It's the scorpion king, the glorious things My nigga had dreads, went upstate Now he got a baldie like Mr. Clean Never catch me off my deen (Uh-uh) The duffle bag was Celine, my bitch Selena bad So bad, she don't sing, she don't cook, she don't clean (Uh-uh) Body on the front porch, I seen his spleen (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!) On the ring, in the messhall with coke tales Features with buck fifty's and a Rolls-Royce boat tail (Skrrt!) Don't ever come across here frontin' And get stumped out, 40 Belows Louis, I think we onto somethin' (Ah) You think this is all You think this is La La Land, fam? You think this is a play ting? That's on your fuckin' neck, uh This is real shit, you know? Fly New York shit, all these whores think I'm gorgeous (Uh-huh) Who you thought was raw as a bum I wipe the floor with? (These niggas washed) Champ like the Nature Boy, my figure four flawless Before rap, tape his boy, scam and gettin' off shit (What?) I turn your tape off if I ever come across it (Fuck outta here!) Yellow tape, off your corner, have him lightin' torches (Blow-blow) Born with the gift of the game, I wasn't taught this It's a bomb on my train of thoughts, stay cautious To get different effects, I had to switch to causes Change the course, I went from court to tours rockin' KAWS kicks (Aha) Flashy, we not the same, I've been a VIP A rapper, but I clap you like Chi-Ali (Grrt) You know the steez, if it ain't paper, cock sucker, beat it I've never seen y'all niggas fly and a bitch I needed (Haha) Conceited, top seated, it cost guap to see this All these niggas is my seeds, but they ain't got my genius I wash all of them dirty niggas, take 'em to the cleaners (Ah) CDs come with a syringe, take it intravenous 'Fuck out of here