Red Tops

Lyrics

[Intro] Griselda, by Fashion Rebels [Verse 1: Conway] Look, look; you're nobody 'til you catch a body (Cap) My little head busta on his second body (Huh) FNH with the fuckin' drum I told him, "Don't leave 'til you hit everybody" (Cap) For a minute I was strugglin' Niggas wasn't real as I thought, fuck 'em then (Fuck 'em) Had to get off that couch and start hustlin' (Uhuh) Where your set nigga? I can bring a duffle in Took a few losses, I accepted it Made a few nobodies relevant (Huh) Niggas runnin' they mouth and fuckin' tellin' shit (Tsk) Better use your head before you get a shell in it Bitches tell me my dick is a gift from the Lord I said, "That's the way I feel 'bout the shit I record" (Hahahaha) Thinkin' sweet, but if I hit you, I bet you you fall (Cap) Smith & Wess' 500 break the bricks in the wall Hall & Nash, West and Con, nigga, we upper echelon Rap Dez Bryant and Megatron Hit his stomach with the blammer, blood on my Gammas (Uh) Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana (Huh) Homie this ain't what you want That shit you talkin' only gon' get you in the trunk (For real) Before you know it, you've been missin' for a month (For a month?) Hall & Nash, yeah, shout out my nigga Monk (Uh) [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, the great adventure of Fresh Wes Can't forget the TEC on the dresser, the FLYGOD in the flesh Yeah I only praise one nigga, that's ChineGun Been to the Feds twice, the price to pay for a mean run Baggin' up G packs in the Bellagio Room service brought me 12-12 bags to run on the third floor I don't want to sell cocaine no more But I'll be God damned if my rims touch the lux Brianni'd down in the Benz truck Word to grab your property, you gettin' sent up ConAir to Oklahoma, 'bout fifty niggas shackled Trading honey buns for a mackerel What you know about burgers on a Wednesday? Shotgun shells where your kids play Sandbox covered with red tops, Chine gettin' high Street sweeper, swiss cheese the nigga (Brrt) 14881055, it's me live [Outro: Sample] "I'm a black man, and I don't know how to sing And I don't know how to dance And I don't know how to preach to no congregation I'm too small to be a football hero And I'm too ugly to be elected mayor When I watch TV, and I see all them people in all them fine homes they livin' And all them nice cars they drive and I get all full of ambition Now you tell me what I'm supposed to do with all this ambition I got?"