Kommas

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Reject, nigga griselda

Fuck your chain and your watch
With diamonds inside the bezel
Fuck your favorite rapper, I body several
I'm 'bout to drop my new project
It's probably sonically on The Chronic level
I am on a iconic level I
Gotta be round the special
High school dropout
But my minds on a college level
And where I'm from
I power levels on Obama's level
I'm increasing my profit level, so mines up
The Hill nigga
My Hilfiger's was on a Tommy level
(Ha ha ha) still aiming the Tommy level
I'm just smoking these sour flower petals
Spit for an hour that's an hour special (K)
Applying pressure whether on beat or
On a a cappella hard as B Siegel this
D Eagle will Roc-a-fella (whoo)
Put ice in the pot took it white
Hard and I rock it better
Bars so sharp the album
Will machete chop whoever
Like being drop through propellers
Oh a helicop
Go head and drop a thousand mixtapes
Your shit'll never pop (Ha)
Picture all them guns on IG
That you ain't never shot
Said you smoking loud but I seen
You leaving the reggie spot
Fiends lined up to the window
Of my ready spot
Fuck the jack boys I let the Dessy pop
Every shot
Diamonds all on the face of that Presi watch
I know they plotting so I keep one eye open
I'm on my Fetty Wap (Ha ha ha)
I'm better than 90 percent of rappers rapping
Look, I go in the studio and magic happens
I get on niggas tracks
And something tragic happens
Kill em on they own shit
On some off of the dome shit
Nigga you ain't getting money
That's a small stack
Fuck the girl of your dreams and
She can't get a call back
Look, lil nigga I'm not impressed
With your false raps
All my lines serious like i wrote
The verse in all CAPS keep my cigar capped
This Cookies with more wax
The hustle in my hood boy you
Gotta pay the squad tax (K)
Niggas get bodied but detectives
Never solve that
A nigga got off on me? I don't recall that
(Hah) gun butt a nigga till every
Bone in his jaw crack
If I ain't a gangsta than what
The fuck do you call that?