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Westside Gunn - Griselda Y The Blazettes Lyrics

Griselda & The Blazettes Lyrics[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah (The Machine, bitch)
DJ T
Uh, yeah, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Faggot-ass judge sentences my dawg to fifty years (That's some bullshit)
He took it like a G and he ain't shed a tear (He good though)
Baby mama cryin', holdin' his lil' daughter
He just wanna appeal to get it down to a quarter (Haha)
Uh, middle finger to the feds
Judges handin' out numbers, puttin' niggas to bed (Fuck 'em)
Free all the G's behind the wall (Free my niggas)
Walk an entire read of books, 'til they mind evolved ('Kay)
Quran in the cell, pray it wrote, final costs (Uh-huh)
Ratchet under his mattress, incase it's time to brawl (What's poppin'?)
Rockin' V2's on the dance floor (Dance floor)
On the streets, I'm known for gettin' grams sold ('Kay)
Uh, I blow a blunt and let my mind go (Smoke)
Sold three bricks, I ordered five more (Five more)
Niggas went from sellin' grams to weight (Huh?)
If you ain't ever bust your gun, then you can't relate (Griselda)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, the main jaw layin' in the pot (I know)
First nigga actin' brazy gettin' shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Lamborghini off the lot (Skrrt), I pray to God I reach to the top
Flygod, you better praise though (Praise though)
Tryna fuck [?] in a Range Rover (Flygod)
Skeleton on the mastermind (DJ T)
Shot him up close and watched the nigga dyin' (Boom)
Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me)
Forty days, forty nights, I kept the MAC with me (MAC with me)
We litty (Brr), the fish-scale pissy, I bench, Stove gettin' busy (Whip)
Whip the whole slab in a jiffy (Jiffy)
Shit ain't even drop, the fiends itchy (Ow)
Long live Barry, scary, we in Paris, smothered in canaries (Canaries)
Blew three-twenty, commissary, this for my old five-five niggas
This for my niggas doin' life, you still alive, nigga
Waitin' on an appeal, scratchin' numbers off, the shit got real
Neck lookin' like a quarter-mill (Flygod)