DR. BIRD'S by Griselda Lyrics

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Ayo, brr, ayo
(Griselda)

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “DR. BIRD'S”

• Produced: Daringer, Beat Butcha
• Written: Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine, Westside Gunn, Beat Butcha, Daringer
• Recorded At: NBC Studio 6-B at 30 Rockefeller Plaza, New York City, New York
• Release Date: January 23, 2020

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[Intro: Westside Gunn & BENNY THE BUTCHER]

Ayo, brr, ayo
(Griselda)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn, BENNY THE BUTCHER, Westside Gunn & BENNY THE BUTCHER, Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]

Ayo, I'm in Salvatore makin' Salaat, Bentayga three flavors
Shoot the kid now, we'll speak later (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Up in Whitney, got the MAC with me
Hid behind the Warhol, dip to Bergdorf, shot up the whole store (Brr)
Cherry fifty-seven, in the 'Bach learnin' lessons (Skrrt)
Crack ain't dry yet, it be ready in a second (Ah)
Forty chains on, halo, I'm a god
Fear of God jogger rockin', I don't even jog
Hangin' out the Wagen sunroof, pick a kid off (Brr)
The Mille with the chill bezel (Ah, what up?)
All my foreigns red, it make me feel special
Banana peel AK, I'm lookin' real extra (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
With the top keys, the money green Teslas (Skrrt)
Told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick (Write "Brick" on my brick)
Write "Brick" on my brick
Told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick
Ayo, Amiris filled with cash, I'm in the fashion district (Ah)
Shoot your momma house just for a half a bicken (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
All my dealers dealin', all my dealers killin' (Brr)
Them kids tried to test me, now them kids missin' (Ah)
Meal quarters, I'm still awesome
Water whip coke, I still Voss it, rosé out the faucet
Ah, tell Virgil write "Brick" on my brick

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine, BENNY THE BUTCHER, Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER, Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn]

Look, lil' brodie let off his thirty, he ain't even flinch (Yeah)
Caught the body, dipped to the A, nobody seen him since (He got lost)
Five-sixty Benz and I ain't need the tints (Vroom)
My weakest scent cost more than your mama need for rent (Hahaha)
That's just one zip, the drum rip, leave you rinsed (Rrah)
Hide the body for a week and it's gon' leave a stench (You smell that?)
Rappers come to my city, they gon' need consent (You need a pass, boom)
'Cause we already know you saw, homie, we convinced (Hah)
I told Virgil write "Brick" on my brick (Hah, what up?)
The nicest when I spit, ain't write this, I just spit (Woo, what up?)
Nike kick on my tip, this ice drip on my fist
No shoe deal, but look at all this Nike drip that I get (Hahaha, woah)
On Doat Street, it's white mix that I pitch
Four in the morning, on the corner, night shift with my blick (I got it all)
No soda in this off-white mix that I whip (Hah)
I'm rich, put all this Off-White drip on my chick (Let's go)
So if it's smoke, we ain't even askin' (Uh-huh)
We just pullin' up and somebody gon' see a casket (Boom boom boom boom)
Hall N Nash and Benny like James Worthy, Kareem, and Magic (Yeah)
Every time Griselda drop, this just gon' be a classic (You know what's up)

[Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER, BENNY THE BUTCHER & Conway the Machine, BENNY THE BUTCHER & Westside Gunn, All]

Yo, I gave cocaine to users, and okays to shooters (I did)
I'm cocky, vintage Versace with the stone face Medusas
Sopranos, and Margianos, we got gold-plated Rugers (Boom boom boom)
This pistol'll backflip you and blow your whole frame to Pluto (Brr, boom boom boom)
Got all eyes on us, can we chill? Eatin' with snakes'll probably get him killed
'Cause trust me, every family had a Henry Hill (What else?)
And every man don't got a Benny skill (Nah)
When you this dope, it take least 50 mil' just to sit me still
Light ten on my whip, white chick on my uh
Right wrist when I whip, that white brick on my brick
Runway Margiela, that type on my chick
Butterflies and spikes, that type on my kicks
These rappers wanna be trendy (Nah), they wanna be friendly
But never, she wear Forever 21 like it's Fendi
She pronounced Givenchy, I told that chick it's "Givinchy"
She wanna hit me and run through all my accounts 'til they empty
What would ChineGun do? I'm still thinkin' militant
Old paraphernalia layin' around, I got rid of it (That's out of here)
Then settled all my differences (I did)
I really had a chicken with a tree stamp like I stepped on it with a Timberland
The Butcher coming! (Ah)