Grey Poupon lyrics - Chris Webby

[Millyz:]

Yeah

They told me not to burn my bridges 'cause that shit could drown me

But I'd rather be alone than have some suckers 'round me

I got homies in the bay, locked in suffer county

Send 'em bread, these bitches couldn't get a buck up out me

She think I'm stingy for the bill, she's Lewinsky, I had white in the house

Green plug out in alarm and selling pints in a drought

Tryin' to get a cheaper rate, have me writing the south

Fighting demons, popping pills 'til the Vicodins out, oof

'Bout a girl that'll make you touch your toes

You ain't got enough paper if the money folds

Runny nose, bummy clothes, I had a bunch of those

Now I'm on the road, drippy, I just did a dozen shows

Meet me out in Paris, established for being savage

Penthouse lavish, I been balling like a Maverick

Maybe Luka Dončić, drugs got me demonic

Selling dope outside of Sonic means the Henny was hypnotic

On your whip with a suit on like, "Pass the grey poupon"

With a tool drawn, fire at the driver, flip the Yukon

Potato on the adle, turn his hat into a halo

To the teen that's shakin' ass like Shakira and Jlo

Gotta keep my hands dirty when they sanitize

Squatting me, you can't divide, my hand'll fly

I really did the shit that rappers fantasize

Gun as big as [?], get your body vandalized

Smokin' [?] in the desert, thinking, "Damn, I'm high"

[Chris Webby:]

Sittin' at the top and living leisurely

At the air BNB, smokin' on this greenery

Takin' psychedelics while I'm soaking in the scenery

I'm a hustler but did it legally

Never been a drug dealer really, but I did a lot

I was just supporting local business when I hit the block

Just a kid eating ecstasy like it was Dippin' Dots

Young, dumb and hard-headed as a fuckin' cinder block

Really I, never fully matured, but I figured it out

Never dug a hole so deep I couldn't get myself out

Learned to grow by the growth of my business account

Keepin' low, binge watching Netflix on the couch

With some Disney Plus with a bad bitch, while I grip her butt

Nowadays, that's how I live it up

While those streaming numbers keep on dippin' up, bringing all this money in

Make me want to start to vote Republican

Not actually, but you understand the analogy

All my taxes be more then I ever made on fuckin' salary

I had to be hungry and independent, winnin' battles with no cavalry

And get to where I'm at on technicality

Now I'm with a baddie, burnin' calories

Anytime she naggin' me, I take a break from rappin' to explore her sexuality

Up at bat, knock it out the galaxy

'Til I'm living ever after, happily

Webby

[Merkules:]

The weed potent, leaf blowers on these street corners

Please lay the beats on us, phones out, we record 'em

Man, this music going stupid, shit is retarded

Lots of ya'll tried but died 'cause you was weak-hearted

You won't see me tuck my chain in, I'm no [?]

We pullin' up, jumpin' on you squares like Hopscotch

Fourteen, buggin' with a pocket full of pop rocks

To keep it frank with you, I ain't talking 'bout no hot sauce

Grew up around killers and I don't feel any remorse

Like, how you tryin' to ball but you ain't even on the court?

I gotta move a little different now they see me on the charts

Everything I worked hard for, they seem to think it's "ours"

They must be trippin' out, I never got the memo

Like, how you did two, he got ten, but you got sent home?

I don't mean I'm talking 'bout my problems when I let go

Just make sure that my city's in caps across my headstone

It's Merkules