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Tee Grizzley
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Off top, run a nigga out his socks Niggas talk more than bitches Niggas really be on cock though Just fucked a ho out in France Paint her face like Picasso I iced out my vatos, I'm really up Big ass Beemmer, big Benz and my Bentley next Don't play around on my phone, ho, gimme sex Watch on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex Grizzley up next, I'm up now Strap your bullet vest Five hundred fifty, six hundred hundreds Seven hundred twenties, let's get straight to it Eight hundred tens, what's that, eight bands? Hit the store and get some rubber bands Let's get straight to it Everybody come together, everybody got the plan He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your ass Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain't movin' fast Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat Secure the bag, nigga Oh that bag secure, that's on my mama, bro Asian li'l ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow Made that shit double, got an Uzi, I don't scuffle Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag Niggas only aimin' in the sky, call those Air Mags All up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like fuck a price tag I'm ballin', ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm callin' If I need help, I'll dial it by my se-celf You swear your bitch faithful, she sent her location I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic Chop with the laser, get decapitated Can't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on, this my Jamaican (love one) Niggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin' Ain't no disrespect without retaliation Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement Text her later like, "I'm done with you I got a situation, baby" Well shit, bro, let me get her then I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den Nigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan Gucci 'round my hair, wrapped tight like Taliban Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit, go Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit You the type to look around but never cop shit Ayy, I'm the type to buy the store, make 'em restock it, ayy Beam on everything I own, I will not miss Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit Yachty I might stop rappin' for this one reason If the feds hear this shit I'm doin' a hundred seasons In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons, you dig? Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin' They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out Niggas know we out, no Shaqs or Kobes out In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down From the D to the A, put respect on it If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it? I'm from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease Lease, nigga Chain on my dresser next to my indictment When they said not guilty I was so excited From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty Wraith comin' this summer, I'ma have your bitch drivin' Bitch!
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