Warsaw (feat. MCVERTT) - Sped Up

My lil' Grady, spin this kid
MC, make another hit
Aye, lil' bro
Project X, X, X
What he say? Look

Aye, me and MC like Kobe and Shaq
When the money, shit comin' too fast
Bitch, it ain't Poland, still countin' them racks
You in the hood tryna get off a pack
All my niggas stay gripped, no lack
If they spin through, you better spin back
I be that nigga, bitch, and that's a fact
And all niggas do is cap in they raps
And niggas get fly, but I be flyer
All of this money I desire
Keep on them asking me, Myers
Say she ain't eat up the D, liar
Lil' bitch, she bad, but that shit ain't grippy
They know the mob really run the city
Run up this money, bitch, I got a milli
Catch lil' bro, we gon' leave him silly
Niggas keep dissing, that's how you get nailed
My pockets full and I don't need a belt
Get hot in the summer, lil' bro do not melt
I got me some racks, they up on the shelf
Wait, my money come in like six feet
Big boy money, shit come like a elf
Niggas be down bad, need some help
I'm smoking bo', niggas smoking kelp
And niggas, they don't even know
All my niggas, yeah, we been stalking
We got the drop on the whole city
We just waitin' on the day to walk in
Keep sending disses, keep acting crazy
Keep acting like you gon' send a blitz
Keep acting like you gon' send a hit
We gon' see who really in the spliff
I can't go out like them Newark rappers that went out tryna be grown
Don't got nothing to prove to you lil'
Niggas, I'm the one that put niggas on