Numbers

Granny said **** only get what **** give so I gave these **** hell just to live how I live

They burying they selves taking digs at the kid

Keep a stick on side of my bed and a sig on the fridge

Blickies in the couch, put a can on the SBR that's strictly for the house

It whisper then ya shout

And I keep that 2011 with me like a spouse

Precise with that bitch could knock a whisker off a mouse

Black out all of my whips

Super max all of my contracts

Double stack all of my clips

Do the dash on your scatpack

Packed out to show see GRIP

I do this shit in my sleep bruh

**** ain't never had shit

The fuck you mad at me for

Ripping up an eviction notice in the crib with roaches

**** life will be a blur if you don't shift your focus

Came out on the other side picture perfect

Could've been a victim of a homicide shit was worth it

Clutch metal to offset my trust level

Bust several so I'm standing when the dust settle

Fuck a ceiling never let 'em box you in

Touch a million stretch it with yo partna then

Do that shit again then do that shit again

Put some numbers on the board **** get a win

Get another win then another win

Runnin up the score baby rub it in

Last year I gotta a bigger plate, and left you lames starving for scraps

I tripled rates, but you can blame Marshall for that

Parkin the 'lac, sparking the pack sharp as a tack

I got it covered like a truck with a tarp on the back

What up Ant, we been going hard to the rack

Before I started to rap

And me and Tigg 4 flats

When you see a real **** you gotta tip your hat

And since I'm a real ****, I do just that

Stray Society I got my dawgs in this bitch

Keep your mind off of mine maybe y'all can get rich

If you gon play the game know the flaws and the risks

Done seen too many **** slip and fall for the glitz

Meet some real **** you build with em it ain't a lot of us

You tweaking if you got less dollars than followers

All that tweeting **** lookin like fans

But we eatin off our words Grip cooking god damn

Clutch metal to offset my trust level

Bust several so I'm standing when the dust settle

Fuck a ceiling never let 'em box you in

Touch a million stretch it with yo partna then

Do that shit again then do that shit again

Put some numbers on the board **** get a win

Get another win then another win

Runnin up the score baby rub it in