GRAILED (armani west Remix)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:02 duration
๐ ID: 25642720
๐ Lyrics
(dwilly, I'm scared)
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
Ya-ya whole crew gon' die
My whole crew gon' slide, I wish you well
Wish that you would try
W-Wanna get supplied, just ring the bell
Ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell
So much paper on me, bitch, that you would think I'm checkin' mail
G-Gettin high, smokin' 'til I leave
Push u-, P-P-Push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
I-I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
Private driver parkin' out front
Wa-wa-Wantin' that pic better stand in line
Do-do-Double R phantom outside
Back seat riding-ridin' with stars look up
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me-e-e
I get it quickly we set in stone my family-ly-ly
Doo-Doomshop killas standin' on a silly set ya heard (ya heard)
Bullets like a bird they flyin' through ya fuckin' church
I wonder why you crying steady hatin' steady lying (lying)
You said you tough, but yous a pussy, now ya ass is fryin' (fryin')
I'm loaded up, I'm steady aiming at you fucking bitches
I swear I love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces
I-I-I walk the walk, I talk the talk and I will prove it to ya
I'm 289, I'm 186, the Freddie make ya piss
I done a lot of shit to make it where I got like this
Dug my way from the dirt and now the Freddie's pissed
Ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin', baby
I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin' shady
I stay up in the shadows demons creeps and body's shallow
I always want the battle, hear the sound the death rattle
I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed (Look, Mani Montana, bitch)
I got paper in this duffle, I keep my couple
I be takin' all his money, getting more cheese than some ruffles
Pussy, I made a puddle, I'm badder than some trouble
I been eating all these bitches, haha, knuckle her chuckles
I-I can throw it back on my knees, send 'em back to the streets
I'll swerve on a nigga, back back in a jeep (beep-beep)
And yes, Mrs. West, but I bang in the east
And I don't play piano, bitch, give me my keys
Ga-Gave 'em a rap hit with the 1nonly, take her man, ride him, pony
Been poppin' my shit, pop soda and that Pepsi
Raps new nightmare, just ask Freddie
I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
(dwilly, I'm scared)
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
Ya-ya whole crew gon' die
My whole crew gon' slide, I wish you well
Wish that you would try
W-Wanna get supplied, just ring the bell
Ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell
So much paper on me, bitch, that you would think I'm checkin' mail
G-Gettin high, smokin' 'til I leave
Push u-, P-P-Push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
I-I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
Private driver parkin' out front
Wa-wa-Wantin' that pic better stand in line
Do-do-Double R phantom outside
Back seat riding-ridin' with stars look up
I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me-e-e
I get it quickly we set in stone my family-ly-ly
Doo-Doomshop killas standin' on a silly set ya heard (ya heard)
Bullets like a bird they flyin' through ya fuckin' church
I wonder why you crying steady hatin' steady lying (lying)
You said you tough, but yous a pussy, now ya ass is fryin' (fryin')
I'm loaded up, I'm steady aiming at you fucking bitches
I swear I love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces
I-I-I walk the walk, I talk the talk and I will prove it to ya
I'm 289, I'm 186, the Freddie make ya piss
I done a lot of shit to make it where I got like this
Dug my way from the dirt and now the Freddie's pissed
Ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin', baby
I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin' shady
I stay up in the shadows demons creeps and body's shallow
I always want the battle, hear the sound the death rattle
I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed (Look, Mani Montana, bitch)
I got paper in this duffle, I keep my couple
I be takin' all his money, getting more cheese than some ruffles
Pussy, I made a puddle, I'm badder than some trouble
I been eating all these bitches, haha, knuckle her chuckles
I-I can throw it back on my knees, send 'em back to the streets
I'll swerve on a nigga, back back in a jeep (beep-beep)
And yes, Mrs. West, but I bang in the east
And I don't play piano, bitch, give me my keys
Ga-Gave 'em a rap hit with the 1nonly, take her man, ride him, pony
Been poppin' my shit, pop soda and that Pepsi
Raps new nightmare, just ask Freddie
I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
Your yearly spent on Grailed
(dwilly, I'm scared)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.36] (dwilly, I'm scared)
[00:06.06] I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
[00:10.72] Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
[00:14.19] I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
[00:17.57] P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
[00:19.79] Your yearly spent on Grailed
[00:21.02] Ya-ya whole crew gon' die
[00:22.60] My whole crew gon' slide, I wish you well
[00:24.82] Wish that you would try
[00:25.90] W-Wanna get supplied, just ring the bell
[00:28.26] Ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell
[00:30.83] So much paper on me, bitch, that you would think I'm checkin' mail
[00:34.14] G-Gettin high, smokin' 'til I leave
[00:36.66] Push u-, P-P-Push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
[00:40.01] I-I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
[00:42.11] Private driver parkin' out front
[00:43.75] Wa-wa-Wantin' that pic better stand in line
[00:45.31] Do-do-Double R phantom outside
[00:46.94] Back seat riding-ridin' with stars look up
[00:48.12] I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
[00:52.57] Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
[00:56.01] I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
[00:59.43] P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
[01:01.53] Your yearly spent on Grailed
[01:03.04] I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me-e-e
[01:06.51] I get it quickly we set in stone my family-ly-ly
[01:10.05] Doo-Doomshop killas standin' on a silly set ya heard (ya heard)
[01:13.59] Bullets like a bird they flyin' through ya fuckin' church
[01:16.91] I wonder why you crying steady hatin' steady lying (lying)
[01:20.48] You said you tough, but yous a pussy, now ya ass is fryin' (fryin')
[01:24.08] I'm loaded up, I'm steady aiming at you fucking bitches
[01:27.55] I swear I love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces
[01:30.84] I-I-I walk the walk, I talk the talk and I will prove it to ya
[01:34.30] I'm 289, I'm 186, the Freddie make ya piss
[01:37.84] I done a lot of shit to make it where I got like this
[01:41.61] Dug my way from the dirt and now the Freddie's pissed
[01:45.10] Ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin', baby
[01:48.45] I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin' shady
[01:51.82] I stay up in the shadows demons creeps and body's shallow
[01:55.43] I always want the battle, hear the sound the death rattle
[01:59.15] I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
[02:02.79] Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
[02:06.05] I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
[02:09.38] P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
[02:11.54] Your yearly spent on Grailed (Look, Mani Montana, bitch)
[02:12.64] I got paper in this duffle, I keep my couple
[02:15.99] I be takin' all his money, getting more cheese than some ruffles
[02:19.30] Pussy, I made a puddle, I'm badder than some trouble
[02:22.86] I been eating all these bitches, haha, knuckle her chuckles
[02:26.25] I-I can throw it back on my knees, send 'em back to the streets
[02:28.31] I'll swerve on a nigga, back back in a jeep (beep-beep)
[02:30.03] And yes, Mrs. West, but I bang in the east
[02:31.77] And I don't play piano, bitch, give me my keys
[02:33.46] Ga-Gave 'em a rap hit with the 1nonly, take her man, ride him, pony
[02:37.16] Been poppin' my shit, pop soda and that Pepsi
[02:38.80] Raps new nightmare, just ask Freddie
[02:41.06] I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
[02:44.60] Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
[02:47.89] I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
[02:51.47] P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
[02:53.78] Your yearly spent on Grailed
[02:57.37] (dwilly, I'm scared)
[03:00.23]
[00:06.06] I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
[00:10.72] Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
[00:14.19] I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
[00:17.57] P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
[00:19.79] Your yearly spent on Grailed
[00:21.02] Ya-ya whole crew gon' die
[00:22.60] My whole crew gon' slide, I wish you well
[00:24.82] Wish that you would try
[00:25.90] W-Wanna get supplied, just ring the bell
[00:28.26] Ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell
[00:30.83] So much paper on me, bitch, that you would think I'm checkin' mail
[00:34.14] G-Gettin high, smokin' 'til I leave
[00:36.66] Push u-, P-P-Push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed
[00:40.01] I-I think I'm late, I'm checkin' that time
[00:42.11] Private driver parkin' out front
[00:43.75] Wa-wa-Wantin' that pic better stand in line
[00:45.31] Do-do-Double R phantom outside
[00:46.94] Back seat riding-ridin' with stars look up
[00:48.12] I-I got, I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
[00:52.57] Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
[00:56.01] I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
[00:59.43] P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
[01:01.53] Your yearly spent on Grailed
[01:03.04] I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me-e-e
[01:06.51] I get it quickly we set in stone my family-ly-ly
[01:10.05] Doo-Doomshop killas standin' on a silly set ya heard (ya heard)
[01:13.59] Bullets like a bird they flyin' through ya fuckin' church
[01:16.91] I wonder why you crying steady hatin' steady lying (lying)
[01:20.48] You said you tough, but yous a pussy, now ya ass is fryin' (fryin')
[01:24.08] I'm loaded up, I'm steady aiming at you fucking bitches
[01:27.55] I swear I love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces
[01:30.84] I-I-I walk the walk, I talk the talk and I will prove it to ya
[01:34.30] I'm 289, I'm 186, the Freddie make ya piss
[01:37.84] I done a lot of shit to make it where I got like this
[01:41.61] Dug my way from the dirt and now the Freddie's pissed
[01:45.10] Ya run around ya hit the ground and now ya pleadin', baby
[01:48.45] I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin' shady
[01:51.82] I stay up in the shadows demons creeps and body's shallow
[01:55.43] I always want the battle, hear the sound the death rattle
[01:59.15] I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
[02:02.79] Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
[02:06.05] I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
[02:09.38] P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
[02:11.54] Your yearly spent on Grailed (Look, Mani Montana, bitch)
[02:12.64] I got paper in this duffle, I keep my couple
[02:15.99] I be takin' all his money, getting more cheese than some ruffles
[02:19.30] Pussy, I made a puddle, I'm badder than some trouble
[02:22.86] I been eating all these bitches, haha, knuckle her chuckles
[02:26.25] I-I can throw it back on my knees, send 'em back to the streets
[02:28.31] I'll swerve on a nigga, back back in a jeep (beep-beep)
[02:30.03] And yes, Mrs. West, but I bang in the east
[02:31.77] And I don't play piano, bitch, give me my keys
[02:33.46] Ga-Gave 'em a rap hit with the 1nonly, take her man, ride him, pony
[02:37.16] Been poppin' my shit, pop soda and that Pepsi
[02:38.80] Raps new nightmare, just ask Freddie
[02:41.06] I got paper in this duffel, you got problems, I can tell
[02:44.60] Hope my coffin come in stuffed wit' dope and double C, Chanel
[02:47.89] I-I got seven figure sales, you-you got tied up then you fell
[02:51.47] P-Probably spent your month of rent on lunch
[02:53.78] Your yearly spent on Grailed
[02:57.37] (dwilly, I'm scared)
[03:00.23]