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Yeah Guess I gotta do the dirty work until I'm filthy rich I repent for the sins that I will commit Got a stick, it tend to stammer and the clip is a banana Man, a nigga been done fucked around and peeled ya shit Almost spilled the liq', I'm finna tilt, I'm lit You niggas better brush up on your skills a bit She a "Uh, you look better with the filter," bitch All she get is good dick and a bill to split Two TECs to do a duet, I let 'em hum a melody This ring a misdemeanour, but the other one a felony Won't say that shit to me, but I can sense a ton of jealousy 'Cause I blew cheese like somebody brung the celery Was undersellin' me, but now the price is up Same niggas like, "Damn, GRIP nice as fuck" If it's ever any pressure, then the pipes'll bust Life a gamble, nigga, you gon' roll the dice or what? I got dirty money, need it clean Down to murder somethin' for the team And I heard he runnin' with the thing With like 30-somethin' and a beam Plottin' licks and million dollar schemes If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean? Heard you kept this shit a bean (nah) Big stepper on the scene Got dirty money, need it clean Down to murder somethin' for the team And I heard he runnin' with the thing With like 30-somethin' and a beam Plottin' licks and million dollar schemes If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean? Heard you kept this shit a bean (nah) Big stepper on the scene (yeah) Fuck is up? I knuckle up and give the beats a couple uppercuts at deadly rates You niggas is featherweights, you couldn't ruffle us I'm levitatin', Grip on the up and up, who think they tough enough? I'm detonatin', blowin' up such and such, hope he ain't suffer much Enough debatin', want me on a track? To me, that's supper waitin' The flow is suffocatin', somebody resuscitate him Way I cook on the hook of the verse, I need a fuckin' apron All of you boys get put into hearses, sendin' 'em up to Satan Oops, I mean sendin' 'em up to Jesus, leavin' 'em cut in pieces Here to disrupt your thesis, thinkin' "Grip not a hip-hop G.O.A.T." Must don't know what time it is, guess his wristwatch broke Get back, this that "Put him in a Ziplock," dope "Grip, you should make a dance just for TikTok," nope Haters try to hang me with a slipknot rope Too much slack, cousin, I came back bussin' I got dirty money, need it clean Down to murder somethin' for the team And I heard he runnin' with the thing With like 30-somethin' and a beam Plottin' licks and million dollar schemes If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean? Heard you kept this shit a bean (nah) Big stepper on the scene I got dirty money, need it clean Down to murder somethin' for the team And I heard he runnin' with the thing With like 30-somethin' and a beam Plottin' licks and million dollar schemes If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean? Heard you kept this shit a bean (nah) Big stepper on the scene
Writer(s): Alexander Izquierdo, Jordan Johnson, Marcus Lomax, Talay Riley, Austin Mahone, Stefan Johnson, Sean Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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