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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
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Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter
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ChopSquad DJ
ChopSquad DJ
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Lyrics

Hooo! (gang) Hargh! (gang) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' brother) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' brother) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (gang, brraat) Alotta vultures, a lot of grizzlies (boom, do-do-do) Alotta vultures, a lot of grizzlies (turn up, gang) Alotta vultures, a lot of grizzlies (gang, brraat) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' brother) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) My bloodas will take his dreads off with a headshot Dead off association cause he ain't did none Free Boona, cause he got jammed up and ain't sayin' nothin' Even though I was on parole gotta keep it on me These niggas think they so hard, pull they hoe card Twin Glocks blow his toes off, knock his clothes off Hundred racks in my Goyard, resting so long Bitches, can't come in here unless they cut their phones off Homie you fuck with Booka Put that on Tooka Rob who? I be with all the robbers and shooters Bitch fuck yo' mood My lil' shawty gon' school If that .40 go rah .45 must go boom Please don't, tryna play hard Get your face spurred Zo got 20 bodies, bitch it's a graveyard Niggas playin' on that Instagram better log off Use your head, AR pistol hit it, it's gon' fall off Gun charge wish I got it dropped Let them Ks off So hard, had some dime bags look like eightballs Put a bag, all on his head, he get paid off Lay low, if he cut his dreads, knock his fade off That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' brother) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' brother) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (gang, brraat) Alotta vultures, a lot of grizzlies (boom) Alotta vultures, a lot of grizzlies (turn up, gang) Alotta vultures, a lot of grizzlies That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' brother) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda) That's my motherfuckin' blooda (that's my motherfuckin' blooda)
Writer(s): Durk D. Banks, Darrel L Jackson, Terry Sanchez Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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