Mel Gibson

[Intro]
Alright, you white motherfuckers, all eyes on me
If I catch you lookin' at anything else, I'm gon' beat your ass like a runaway slave
Start the music
Uh
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Yo

[Verse]
Ayo, hella cheese
Lot of bitches hate, but it's jealousy
Separate breed
Could give a fuck about celebrity
Pretty, private, and paid, the coolest niggas sweating me
Tuh, I got more wood stocked than the '70s
He wanna smash, he beggin' me for the ass
Meanwhile, I run 'em through Lеnox with Louis bags
Fifth Ave, poppin' Emilio Pucci tags
Some bitches want thе D, but I curve it like cul-de-sacs
Buffalo's finest
Cocaine do more than fuck up your sinus
A J hits my window
Take another pull of the indo'
Candy lady, baby, I got drugs by the shit load
Cook a brick, hook a steak up, I'm official
Disho, I could fluff a brick like a pillow
Pimps make the call, pussy run it all (All)
Grants, Jacks, and Benjis, a bitch want it all (Give me that)
Don't compare me to the rest, I'm different (Nah)
Besides, you know eagles never rolled with pigeons (Come on)
Hit the scene clean like I'm on a mission (Uh-huh)
All I hear a bunch of "damns" and "oh, no, she didn'ts"
And chickens taking flicks by the car I'm whipping (What up?)
Bars I'm spitting colder than the broad you sticking
None of these broads can see me (Uh)
I'm on a yacht, sippin' on Dom P in Bellinis
In Gucci thong bikinis
Diamonds hit, Swahili
For doggy style dashiki (What else?)
Pull up in a Cullinan, shooters in 550s (Grrah)
Same bitches that ride with me gon' rise with me
Fine bitties, all of 'em ten to ten like 9:50 (Woo)