text: Ayo, you couldnt keep score, Patek Phillipe wars 
  My niggas stare at Rugers, Gucci bit off Iceberg shit, I still copped the Mickey
  Pissy elevators, hand in hand, I wore Issey, Lord, forgive me
  Fashion Week, I gave em headstarts, ten Mississippi 
  Submachine guns, somebody fucked him, brains hangin off the frame
  Blood on the Salvator Mundi, we rock cocaine 
  Tie-dye Dior floss, stickin niggas up at Christies
  Eugene Delacroixs for half price, leather strings and Rickys
  Aint no eye for eye, you take an eye, we take your whole head 
  Shoppin sprees at Galeries Lafayette, come here lets hold hands
  Baggin at the Mandarin, they cant take the drip, Balenciaga mannequin
  Pots dancin with the grams of fish, whip game scandalous 
  My heart got a thousand shadows on it
  His brain had a lead hollow in it
  Bloodbaths under the moonlight
  Spill his guts when the time is right
  Valentino for his favorite whore, homicidal couture
  Vintage Mizrahi in the streets of Paris
  Violence lingers inside me
  Extortion fills my bon appetit
  Hogtie him, make him watch a nigga nut in his wife
  He started to cry
  I kissed his cheek, then drove the icepick in his eye
  And one call will have a girl scout on your granddaddys porch
  Cause of death is heart attack on the coroners report
  If he got a felony, its guaranteed to excite me
  Gun and drug charges give me butterflies
  Evil as Satan, but I see God all in his eyes
  Ayo, its Westside Pootie
  And my Lamborghini got a backseat, and yall drive rentals
  In other words, get your weight up
  Yall still broke
  Oh yeah, and stop copyin off my daddy, too
  Its Griselda
  Griselda