Grafh, DJ Shay - Bellini Lyrics

Intro (Grafh)

My shit
My shit still got
Still got the mud on it
Still got the mud on it
Ay
Uh

Verse 1 (Grafh)

I'm ready to risk it all
I got snuffed in my face, stumbled, but I didn't fall
You win some, you lose some, nigga you can't win it all
I'm honest with my losses, you too afraid to admit it all
Shame on a nigga, I done did it all
Mama wiping the coke residue off the kitchen wall
Cause I needed the exotic, I wasn't shopping in the mall
Your girl mad she gave me her math and I didn't call
Look, I was busy bitch
And the fumes was making me dizzy, shit
I'm whipping a 28 to a 56
If that pole stepped on it'll get me pissed
And if that full press on it'll get me rich, now look here
Papi come show me what you got for me
I'll come and buy it myself, cause nobody can shop for me
Consignment homie, you know that it's not for me
You know that the top coke on the stove got the pot foamy
So go to the top for me
I'm on the block with the Glock 40
That's why the homie hold up the block like a soccer goalie
And the product slow to get chopped to a bowl of guacamole
That's not what the pharmacology the doctor told me

Verse 2 (Grafh)

Mister plug man
I thought you trust and need me
Why you always strapped when you come to see me
How you nervous, where you going
You gonna up and leave me
Trust me I'm famous, you know my face on the TV
They just come and see me as a thug and don't believe me
Where the fuck you think this money coming from, a genie
Have some prosecco, a cup of peach, one Bellini
I just wanna take a big brick and cut it teeny
I only rap sometimes, fuck another CD
If I buy that one, you make this one freebie
Where's the love
Look how you come and treat me like the scum beneath me
Trust me, it's easy to put you underneath me
Where I'm going Papi
You can give me a better number, you know it Papi
Who gonna ride through the potholes when the road is rocky
I got a thousand grams of salmon laying over broccoli
This ain't no Monopoly, it's game over if the plain clothes spot me
You can't clone it, you can't photocopy
This ain't no wasabi, no this flamethrower ain't no hobby
They know the body, they uncultured so they choosing lemonade over sake
This boss, they know it ain't no karate
They know it ain't no Halo for the zombie
Pedro, Papi
We no related, what you charge me, you know we paid it
I don't get what I deserve, I get what I negotiated
When that work touch down, Pablo we made it
You ain't even gotta count that shit
You know it's all there