Project Niggas

Lyrics

[Intro] Griselda [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, luxurious fly shit Yo, more classic than your average 10,000 grams on the cabinet Chrome 800 blow your face off Scott slippers on, no laces on Half a milli on the first flick AK-47 with the banana clip More or less I'm the best spittin' Baguettes glisten Max Mara mask in the 6 Dip the product, make it come back harder The start of your ending Money machines here for all this SKS's on the tour bus, wait? up Glamorous, bare handed eatin' mandarin Broad day you'll be vanishing Told the plug we was Mozart Playing keys, six shells in your mohawk Galaxy phones, my vision solar The foot of the gat it would seem so far Black roses out the concrete common 730 on the yacht, mask for torture Kick your door in insurance Project niggas in a foreign Ayo, project niggas in a foreign Ayo, project niggas in a foreign Ayo, project niggas in a foreign Project niggas [Verse 2: Hus Kingpin] Yo, uh, kiss my sword or staff, throwing Edison medicine I'm ten steps away from my tenth win You niggas know to walk about, when I tap in I'm armstrong from the left wing, seven rings '97 kings, since the shootouts to settle things Dilate a nigga for the Evidence Darts is effortless, put a nigga on projectors Bust a couple shots at your sector You polyester, tried told you 'bout the vector You niggas won't learn 'til we test the guns The weed shine purple like Phoenix Suns Son, why you leaking blood, speaking in tongues Each gun teach one, bleeding from the lung When the storm come, y'all niggas know the war rung The transgression of sin, send my MAC-10 I push a Benz and I pussy binge [Verse 3: Planet Asia] Yeah, yo, big face pheremones Talk scrill, tackle 'til you re-up Insult you with the vultures, fly doser Money and Malta, shit's the Buddha with the six shooter In the sofa, I get chauffer'd when I rock loafers Poppin' toast most, tailor made marble silk Pardon self while I get my targets killed Day be true, poppin' like it's '83 Street per diem, mob is the agency Hood classic, mattress money Splash a youngin', we project niggas in the foreign Still outscorin', old schools peel out warrin' We project niggas in the foreign [Verse 4: Tristate] Who else but yours truly Hustler harder for yards then Doug Flutie But get more groupies Port side on a boat at the dock They say the keys to success open colorful drops I'm not high end, cultural sluts, the bucks fly in We toast on behalf of the cloth, your boss buy in Stock market merger, pop from the burner Style murder, I'm killin' these niggas, now get your merch up Shots of the Veuve Clicquot, laughin' as the tweakers tweak Far from the point of my first sale, my sneakers squeak Bucket brim low, muscle tenfold Move like the scent of that loud through your crescendo Heavy like the pendant on the end of the gold rope My diddy bop D-boy, I'm basically pure dope Packaged and distributed The penmanship is militant We sendin' soldiers for percentages [Outro] Griselda, by Fashion Rebels