​​grey. lyrics

[Intro]
Stay awake, to the [?] of comedy with the young men
Well, I'ma let him come out just the to say you
Ladies and gentlemen, this is...

[Verse 1]
Applying pressure got my diamonds wetter
f*ck a beat, see my choppers do it acapella
Money handsome, type of Benz I whip, cause a tantrum
Don't ask 'em 'cause all the sh*t I seen left a mark
Chapter nine forty seven, n*gga fly, no Aladdin
Got December twenty seven on my rings and my wrists
Not religious with the sh*ts but made a profit likе John
With this three sixteens, n*gga, f*ck you mean?
See the girl of your dreams
f*ck mе back to sleep, I'm barbarian
Living vegetarian, toss your b*tch salad
Give her carrots, make her count my green
White girl, what's your name? She like, "Britney, b*tch
I let her play with my snake like she Britney b*tch
We got rocks, paper, two b*tches scissoring
Her new n*gga name Bob but he ain't built like this
Her new n*gga name Bob but he ain't built like, please

[Interlude]
Y'all need to start spendin' time with your kids
That's all I got to say
[Verse 2]
Excuse my common sense, we got dollars over here
n*ggas wanna get the bread, got baguettes over here
How you aiming for the head when the crown over here
Put that M on your head like Vegeta over here, um
Smoking on that Babylon weather
Got dem billabong jeans with dem matching margielas
I better than your whole crew times two
We got sticks and the drums we the roots
Plus we got dem Benzes, women speaking in different accents
What happened? We weren't supposed to make it, we ejected
My n*ggas stay frozen like the set of Cool Runnings
Gave God a high five when we stood on our money
And f*ck the presidents I like mine in caskets
f*ck dem broke hoes, I like mine with with assets
Huff puff blow your head off with passion
About four shots, y'all thought Pharrel was packing, huh

[Interlude]
That boy is too, that guy is too happy to be on stage

[Verse 3]
It's critical, three sixteen's, I'm so biblical
Spend a couple decimals on vehicles
Then I drop the top, n*ggas know I ball like Fetty Wap
So the loner stay dripping, tell 'em n*ggas get a mop
Been this way since my adolescences
Turn my L's into lessons, surrounded by the realest brethren
Who got a sweet tooth for cream, ain't street
No set, just L's we throw up like bulimics
But if the beef come seeking, we keep the iron like anemics
LONER inc., you f*cking with the venom