Puzo

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Griselda I just wanna be myself, nigga Know what I mean? I ain't tryna be like all these other niggas Fuck these niggas by the way Hahaha, yeah [Verse 1] I told you it was gettin' spooky grim (Uh) Look at these niggas like who is them? (The fuck is you?) Yeah, bodies left when I'm through with them (Cap) I'm in the booth, spewing phlegm This shit is cinematic, you should film (Get them cameras, nigga) Uh, told my shooter tonight we movin' in (Uhuh) I shoot the 10 gauge, niggas'll lose a limb (Boom!) Uh, bottle of Spade, lobster, fried rice If this The Source era, GOAT would've got 5 mics (Hahahaha!) I'm just recitin' my life when I write You can't afford a feature, it's a high price (You can't afford this shit) They shot my nigga in the thigh twice He died right on the spot The bullet hit a artery, I cried nights (My nigga) Told his brother we gon' ride, that's on my life (Facts) 50 rounds loaded in my pipe for the fire fight (Brrr) Misplaced checks all over my Nike's I rhyme nice, Google it, nigga, go check my highlights (Haaah) [Chorus] I ain't nuttin' like these niggas (I ain't nuttin' like these niggas), and they nuttin like me (Not at all) See their face when they lookin from the side line (They mad!) I'm everything that you wanna be (Haaaaa!) In your projects with all my jewels on (You see me, nigga!) My shooter got it on him if you move wrong (Uhuh) Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom!) Wig shot left his roof gone (Cap) [Verse 2] You already know how I move, bro Machine write that mafia shit, Mario Puzo Told lil' bro if he move let off the UZO Put his shit bag on his stomach, you dumpin' too low (Boom boom boom!) I'm too blunted, count blue hundreds, you know the usual Bitches in London love like me I was Jason Derulo (Hahahaha!) You pop shit, then apologized, you still food though Just 'cause you paid me for a feature, don't mean we cool, bro (I don't fuck wit' you) It was all business, you ain't squad, you ain't GxFR, nigga (The fuck is you niggas?) I stood on that corner long winters (Uh) Hot pockets and chips Shit, my pocket rocket was a Glock and two clips (Talk to 'em) Now it's a hundred thousand just to hop in a whip (Boom!) Shopping at PHIPPS with a provocative bitch (Hah) The kicks that I'm rockin' from KITH (You know that, baby) They say this flow that I got is a gift (Woo!) That's why I gotta be at the top of the list (I gotta be Top 5) When they speak of the best, 'cause what I'm jottin' is sick (You see what I'm doing, nigga?) This shit that I'm jottin has gotten me rich (Uhuh) Shot on my head and lived that some Impossible shit (Hahahaha!) We stood on the blocks, nigga, we made chips (Uhuh) Niggas got out of pocket then we sprayed sticks (Brrt) Pushed the white Wraith, when they see me they flip (Uh huh) Huh, paint the top red like D-Wade lips (haaaa!), motherfucka, yeah [Chorus] I ain't nuttin' like these niggas, and they nuttin' like me See their face when they lookin from the side line I'm everything that you wanna be In your projects with all my jewels on My shooter got it on him if you move wrong Wig shot left his roof gone Uh, wig shot left his roof gone [Outro] Yeah Who the fuck is these niggas, man? Hehe, I ain't nothing like these niggas, man Me and my niggas move different Feel me? Hehe, straight like that, niggas know what's up, nigga Hehe, I ain't even gotta explain You run up, nigga, you getting ran down on, period! I don't give a fuck who listenin', nigga Hahaha That's how we do, nigga I stay with it, nigga, stay ready, nigga Straight like that, Griselda, bitch Machine, nigga, Daringer, what up?