Lyrics Grievance - Dracoh

Aye, I got grievance in my bag
I sleep, I eat, then I go and chase a bag
Run him over kill the boy because he made me mad
If I don't make money every day it makes me sad
I put 50's on my ass, teach the boy a lesson
So I took the boy to class
Sliding down yo' block and up the 9 that's facts
Do the Toosie Slide and then I post it on my Snap

Aye bitch I'm tatted on my belly
Finna steal yo' bitch and then we fuck her in the telly
I don't do no arguing
Don't got no time for yellin
When you see me with her bitch
I know yo ass get jealous
So who the fuck gon tell em?
Cop some Murakami
Then I mix it with Margiela
Speaking from the heart so call me B Fletcher
If I see yo' bitch
Then best believe I'm finna catch her

Never been a problem child
But sometimes I tend to get wild
Playin with weapons and I might just air it out
Run up on me and I'll show you what I'm all about
Finna cop an ice white chain that's nice
Might just pop a tag not worried bout the price
Forget about the gun bitch lets fist fight
Beat a nigga ass from the morning to the night

I put 50's in my duffle
Run him down and shoot him
'Cause that nigga wanna tussle
Blood in the middle of my belt buckle
Make it out the hood
So I don't ever have to struggle
I got Givenchy on my waist
Run and gun a nigga
Finna hit him with a K
Tote Ar's, Glock 9 I spray
Light skin baddie, call her Jamie Marleigh

Bitch I got that type of style
Got that type of style, that make yo' bitch say wow
Girl so fine finna give her my child
Finna fly out and stay for a while
My money is outrageous
Look inside my pocket and its Benjamin blue faces
My wallet is a book and my money is the pages
Tired of niggas hating so they can get validated