
Date of issue: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda, Interscope;, Shady Records
Song language: English
98 Sabres |
Shay, rest in peace |
Ha, ha, ha, ha |
Kill, kill, kill, kill |
Kill, kill, kill, kill |
Kill, kill, kill, kill |
Just Blaze |
As we proceed, to give you what you need |
It’s Griselda bomb, I tried to tell you all |
Ayo, you lookin' at my jewels, don’t even risk it (Don't even risk it, ah) |
My mechanic be sniffin' with the wrenches (With the wrenches, sniff) |
In the mess hall, I got to listen (I got to listen) |
First day home, I got to whippin' (I got to whippin', whip) |
My country bitch think she from Memphis (She from Memphis) |
She could suck dick in the Olympics (In the Olympics, ah) |
Everyday, I wake up, I gotta get it (I gotta get it) |
My nigga dome shot shit, he be wiggin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, |
boom, boom, he be wiggin') |
How you been FLYGOD? |
I been livin' (I been livin') |
Pollo Loco with the chicken (With the chicken) |
Even Nino Brown started snitchin' (Started snitchin', ah) |
Big four pound with the extension (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, |
boom, the extension) |
Move like Chef Dred in the kitchen (In the kitchen, ah) |
You’d rather be dead than go against us (Than go against) |
My nigga dopeboy, he be whoopin' (He be whoopin') |
My nigga TF, he be Crippin' (Yo, Crippin') |
Boss bitch, yeah, I’m hella bomb (Hella bomb) |
Money phone ringin' like a telethon (Brr) |
I came in the game with my weapons drawn (Uh huh) |
Necks what I’m steppin' on (What's up?), hated, but respected on (Come on) |
Heavy on the weight (Weight), heavy on the cake |
Iced out the same chains that Harriet escaped (Uh huh) |
Word to all the millions and risks that we takes (Uh huh) |
The Liberace estates (What else?), Dolce Gabbana drapes, what (Woo) |
I’m a beauty, but a beast on the track (Uh huh) |
Don’t confuse this with my booty, this the East on my back (What) |
You upset yet? |
Diamond chain on that wet wet (Uh huh) |
You can slide, bitch, I jet set, I’m gettin' pampered like the bed wet (Come on) |
Niggas hand it to my like the nail tech (Uh huh) |
Passin' bitches like a test, but this ain’t no LSAT, what |
You bitches better be scared if I level up (Level up) |
No, elevators, bitch (Look), step it up |
Standin' on the furniture, I told the bottle girl, «Bitch, pass the Ace» |
(Bring me that Ace, bitch) |
I popped the cork, poured the whole bottle for homies passed away |
Wrap the Wraith, Killa Bee yellow with the matchin' skates |
Still got racks in the safe, a half a letter stashed away (Ha) |
Wrapped a half a cake in saran wrap and a maskin' tape |
Wrap the surplus around rappers, I probably lapped them eighty times |
Keep the MAC on waist, I don’t waste time |
Boy, you get the drum work from the Griselda Records basket case (Brr) |
They say they richer than Machine, that’s like a slap in face |
The problem is I’m gettin' more money and at a faster pace (Hahaha) |
Look, I ain’t human, I’m an alien, homie |
I just came back from space, came to outrap the greats (Talk to 'em) |
Trust me, I got the bread to get a nigga whacked today |
They bring me back your head, don’t matter how much cash it take |
We used to traffic base, now the trap forty racks a day |
It’s safe to say we got a boomin' system, I’m Masta Ace (Ha) |
The shooter sixteen, throttle in his VLONE hoodie |
Nigga look at me wrong, then he uppin' this chrome for me (Boom, boom, boom, |
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) |
I got rich on my own, don’t need a nigga to loan money (Uh uh) |
Ain’t signin' no more contracts unless it’s Mahomes money (Woo) |
Machine, bitch |
RIP to rappers I buried, left the trap and then married |
I won a ring for every team I was on, like Vinatieri |
I got the four-door too (Uh huh), so many whips, it’s gettin' scary (Uh huh) |
Book a photoshoot, y’all 'bout to need pics for obituaries |
The GxF Rebels, any static, nigga, we accept |
Y’all niggas should be in check, or BSF’ll be at necks |
When I say the beef lit, I don’t mean a tweet or text (I don’t mean that) |
Shooters, I send three, no less, and let 'em take the CLS |
Beef is I know where your people stay (I know), I don’t need to flex (I don’t) |
But when you least expect it, I send a cleanup crew to eat your dress (Brr) |
Beef is a forever thing, careful when you speakin' threats |
I achieved success and still can’t even rest (Ah) |
Took this street shit corporate, a dab of it, I just balanced it |
Authentic, all this G shit I’m talkin', they never challenge it |
Where I’m from, we ignorant, graduatin' average |
Fuck that, if you can flip money, then you talented |
Man, y’all lost, I could be payin' y’all off (Payin' off) |
But I don’t trip, 'cause y’all niggas broke and y’all soft (Pussy) |
Think I’m playin', y’all wrong, I’m frontin' when the bands all gone |
Put a yellow band on my arm like I’m Lance Armstrong, ah |
Song tags: #98 Sabers
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No Vacancy | 2020 |
Upside Down ft. Benny the Butcher, Ashley Sorrell | 2020 |
Liz Loves Luger ft. Armani Caesar | 2020 |
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Artist lyrics: Armani Caesar
Artist lyrics: CONWAY THE MACHINE
Artist lyrics: Benny the Butcher