Holy Grail lyrics

[Intro: Rob $tone]
Young Rob $tone up in this b*tch, n*gga
I just gotta let y'all n*ggas know
I got my brother, Baby Burgers up in this mother f*cker
God damn to the top, boy

[Chorus: Rob $tone]
Holy Grail, you watch your b*tch cause I got hoes for sale
Going well, I’m on my sh*t so I be doing well
Story tails, you’ll tell the cops look boy, I know you will
I’m burning down the bridge now
I got my brothers but you hope we fail

[Verse 1: Malik Brugers]
Please don't make me have to f*ck your day up
Switching lanes and then I double up
We ain't the same and you ain't one of us
I ain't worried bout none of ya
These n*ggas lame and you know it
I come back and show up with
That we ain't the ones to be f*cking with
Smoke if you [?] b*tch
'96 Cadillac coup
Riding around tryna cool and your b*tch know she choosing
Lovin' on you but she f*ck with the group
I can't f*ck with no b*tch if she's stupid
You know how we do it
This sh*t is easy like signing to Ruthless
And not that many can relate
This for the days I promised that we'll see better days
That n*gga a heavy weight
Fix the game, you ain't gotta hate
pus*y n*gga, you was in my way
pus*y n*gga, you could not relate
You ain't even in my spot today
Woke up feeling like the man
Then I walked up in the mirror
I said "Damn, you that n*gga"
Then my mirror said "Same"
You ain't even in my lane
You could never say I changed
You ain't f*cking with the gang
I can't forget where I came
Bet they gon' know all my name
Bet they gon' know where I came
Can't throw no dirt on my name
Bet they gon' know all my name
[Chorus: Rob $tone]
Holy Grail, you watch your b*tch cause I got hoes for sale
Going well, I’m on my sh*t so I be doing well
Story tails, you’ll tell the cops look boy I know you will
I’m burning down the bridge now
I got my brothers but you hope we fail

[Verse 2: Rob $tone]
n*gga tell me who wanted with me
Cop a gram n*gga, you ain’t really wanted with me
I pull up, hop out, leave blood on the scene
I pour up, pass out, then I’m up for the week
About it, getting guala that’s double the G
Gucci belt look great, that’s double the G
I pull up, need cash, ain’t none for free
Ladies love my style but I thug and ya get it
About it, Young Rob off the block now
Getting pack for the way that I pop out
In a way, that’s a fade, that’s a knock out
Yea I paid for the whip on a rock now, stop now
Y'all n*ggas need to stop now, sh*t
How you turn in to a op now? b*tch
Every morning check accounts now
In my breaks in the way when I type now, pipe down

[Chorus: Rob $tone]
Holy Grail, you watch your b*tch cause I got hoes for sale
Going well, I’m on my sh*t so I be doing well
Story tails, you’ll tell the cops look boy I know you will
I’m burning down the bridge now
I got my brothers but you hope we fail