Tekst piosenki 'DR. BIRD’S' wykonawcy Griselda

Ah, ayo
Brr, brr (griselda)

Ayo, I'm in salvatore makin' salaat, bentayga in three flavors
Shoot the nigga now, we'll speak later
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Up in whitney, got the mac with me
Hid behind the warhol, dip to bergdorf, shot up the whole store (brr)
Cherry fifty-seven, in the 'bach learnin' lessons (skrrt)
Crack ain't dry yet, it be ready in a second (ah)
Forty chains on, halo, I'm a God, nigga
Fear of God jogger rockin', nigga, I don't even jog
Hangin' out the wagen sunroof, pick a nigga off (brr)
The mille with the chill bezel (ah)
All my foreigns red, it make me feel special
Banana peel ak, I'm lookin' real extra (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
With the top keys, the money green teslas (skrrt)
Told virgil write brick on my brick (write brick on my brick)
Write brick on my brick
Told virgil write brick on my brick
Ayo, amiris filled with cash, I'm in the fashion district (ah)
Shoot your momma house just for a half a bicken
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
All my niggas dealin', all my niggas killin' (brr)
Them niggas tried to test me, now them niggas missin' (ah)
Meal quarters, I'm still awesome
Water whip coke, I still voss it, rosé out the faucet
Ah, tell virgil write brick on my brick

Look, lil' brodie let off his thirty, he ain't even flinch (yeah)
Caught the body, dipped to the a, nobody seen him since (he got lost)
Five-sixty Benz and I ain't need the tints (vroom)
My weakest scent cost more than your mama need for rent (hahaha)
That just for one zip, the drum rip, leave you rinsed (rrah)
Hide the body for a week and it's gon' leave a stench (you smell that?)
Rappers come to my city, they gon' need consent (you need a pass, nigga)
'Cause we already know you pussy, nigga, we convinced (hah)
I told virgil write brick on my brick (hah)
The nicest with this shit, ain't write this, I just spit (woo)
White bitch on my dick, this ice drip on my fist
No shoe deal, but look at all this Nike shit that I get (hahaha, yeah)
On doat street, it's white shit that I pitch
Two in the morning, on the corner, night shift with my blick (I got it all)
No soda in this off-white shit that I whip (hah)
I'm rich, put all this off-white shit on my bitch (yeah, haha)
So if it's smoke, we ain't even askin' (uh-huh)
We just pullin' up and somebody gon' see a casket (boom boom boom)
Hall n nash and benny like james worthy, kareem and magic (yeah)
Every time griselda drop, this shit gon' be a classic (you know what's up)

Yo, I gave cocaine to users, and okays to shooters (I did)
I'm cocky, vintage Versace with the stone face medusas
Sopranos at maggiano's, we got gold-plated rugers
This pistol'll backflip you and blow your whole frame to pluto (brr)
Got all eyes on us, can we chill? Eatin' with snakes'll probably get him killed
'Cause trust me, every family had a henry hill (what else?)
And every man don't got a benny skill (nah)
When you this dope, it take least 50 mil' just to sit me still (ah)
Light ten on my whip, white bitch on my dick
Right wrist when I whip, that white brick on my brick
Runway margiela, that type shit on my bitch
Butterflies and spikes, that type shit on my kicks
These rappers wanna be trendy (nah), they hoes wanna be friendly
But never, she wear forever 21 like it's Fendi (punk bitch)
I told that bitch it's Givenchy, she pronounce it givinchy
She wanna fuck me and run through all my accounts till they empty
What would chinegun do? I'm still thinkin' militant
Old paraphernalia layin' around, I got rid of it (that's out of here)
Then settled all my differences (I did)
I really had a chicken with a tree stamp like I stepped on it with a timberland
The butcher, nigga (ah)