Moroccan Waters

Lyrics

[Intro] Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, brrt I want my fucking respect, man Told y'all niggas (Brah, brah, brah, brah brah brah) Know what the fuck it is, nigga Griselda, nigga Griselda Machine, bitch (Brrrr, talk to these niggas) [Verse 1: Conway] Look, fuck a shooter, I keep a gun up in my reach (I got my own shit) Fuck the talk, I drum a 100 when it's beef (Brrrt) Sneak diss me at your shows like a hundred niggas deep (What's poppin', nigga?) Just to show niggas they don't want it with the G XFR, vest kevlar, get your chest wet, nah Nigga, I'm aimin' above it with this heat (Rah, rah, rah) My name buzzin' so my budget just increased (Hah) 'Cause over Daringer production I'm a beast (Woo) The niggas in the hood lovin' what I speak Go tell 'em the real is back, baby, them other niggas weak (Them niggas frauds) Lately I been countin' money in my sleep (Count it up!) Versace boxers, bitch, a hunned for my briefs (Haaah!) You niggas want a deal so bad, you sign for any money I'm Peyton Manning, boy, I'm still spending Indy money I don't need a nigga to lend me money I had to come up like the DVD, now I can blow Fendi money (Hahahaha!) Goyard duffle full of blue bills 40 got two bodies on it but it was new still (Woo) Tell 'em niggas, I'm the truth still (I'm that nigga!) Heat on my lap like my soup spilled Like my weed sour, I like my Veuve chilled (I drink it) 800 for the belt, tuck the blue steel (Who want it?) Wig shot, get your roof peeled That's your dude, tell him chill He 'bout to get him and you killed (Pussy) Them old niggas just talkin' 'cause they got lips (You soft, nigga) Nobody in the hood respect you, you ain't pop shit (The fuck is you, nigga) You just another nobody thinkin' he relevant Talking and yelling shit, go fuck around and get a shell in his face And get his shit pushed (Uhuh) Uh, you just a rapper, boy, you just spit hooks You don't know how a brick look, word up (Get your shit rocked with this fifth, pussy nigga) [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Dirty looks'll get your face sterilized by a clean slap Next step, pull the mean MAC, nigga, I mean that Supreme rap, Dillinger speaks, killers in reach Rock my chain on a sand, now I'm chillin' the beach Dressed up in that Gavelle, but, fool professionally and laugh But if I orchestrate the attack, you gettin' splashed, uh Chrome rockets, foamposites, grown pockets Niggas spray, rockin' Cartier, different optics Silk shirt like I'm in the tropics Whips spotless, grip profits Hold on, my clique got this, uh 200 thousand on the re-up Shootin' dice, you niggas wouldn't put a G up Me and my niggas pitch, bitch, you and your niggas snitch Heard up top, you was a top heavy bottom bitch, uh And y'all ain't ready for the turbulence Poppin' shit then you got approached and we ain't heard you since Shit, I'm just another Don, bitches love the rugged charm Eat so much octopus I'm 'bout to grow another arm