Queen Pin Gri$

Queen Pin Gris flipping bricks Sold my soul, profited Colombian Neck tie shit In the snow a numbed out kiss Hey, I hope the afterlife is more turnt than this Hey, I hope the underworld bumps my shit Tell me where to go, tell me where they show Gucci meth hoes inside the Gucci stores It's that Gucci flow, that'll give you Gucci bags On them Gucci toes For selling that Gucci blow in...In Hialeah Yanisleidy don't wanna a drive a fiat She would marry the first dude with money that she sees Met in a mosh pit Held the crowd hostage Anything a profit F*ck that soft shit Gonna fatten up my pockets Keep that shit in lock and key So if I can't sell the key Say goodbye to me Queen Pin Gris with the hits Dion Sanders with the sprint Iceberg with the tips Y'all ain't bout this shit We came up we came up from elementary Taught each other like a university Now we ignore the drought hoes be thirsty On my grown man shit a young Cuban hit 30 Smoked an ounce of that good shit At a party with a bad bitch Getting marked your the candidate For fucking with my cannibus For a can of bliss I'm gonna handle it It's drama time on the frontline A young cuban hit 30