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GRAILED

1nonly

Lyrics of GRAILED by 1nonly

Intro

(dwilly I′m scared)

Chorus

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

Verse

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

Verse

G-Gettin high, smokin′ 'til I leave

P-P-Push up on me, pop that .9, watch me bullet feed

I think I′m late, I'm checkin′ that time

Private driver parkin' out front

Wantin′ that pic better stand in line

Double R phantom outside

Back seat riding-ridin' with stars look up

Chorus

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

Verse

I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin′ up on me

I get it quickly we set in stone my family

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

Verse

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

Chorus

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

Outro

(dwilly I'm scared)