Lyrics Callaloo - Grizzy, Jay Brown

Callaloo

Whip this mash
Still a good businessman
Tit for tat
My young boy just on a mad ting
And he still flips his pack
Them man are not with man
If you’re talking money I’m with dat
Used to have a crease in my airforce ones
Now she letting me dig that
I was in a jailhouse
Feds try run in my room
I was in a holding cell when they caught me billing my zoot
Madder than mad if you diss my goons
Everybody talking how they get bands
I was in jail and I did that too
Badabing badaboom
Brown juice inna my cup
Bare gyal round me
I don’t drink Malibu
And I smoke that callaloo
If you don’t stack no bands on the track
Then find a new avenue
Everybody wanna talk bad on the net but don’t come my avenue
Madmad
Money and beef and that’s that
Bro bro said they got bits of both
And I got green like Baghdad
I don’t wanna tweak on Snapchat
If you wanna beef I’ll clap that
Hop out the ride and that’s that
You ain’t no madman
Done my full bird no I didn’t get d cat
My little young boys on a crud tryna turn his best friend to a weed pack
Corner, you ain’t tryna splash no dudes up
Used to have an intel computer
Now I’m done with maccin the tuna