Lyrics

Yeah, okay Niggas be sayin' I fell off, well, let's get it back poppin' Talkin' shit, but when they see me: "It's Grip! Ayy, when your track dropping?" Fat pockets, had to run up a sack, just to go Saks shoppin' Matchboxes, Atwood with the white, I did the black option Stalkin' my Insta and countin' my views, these niggas stat-watchin' Cuz smacked a nigga wit' a tool, pfft, now he got a cracked noggin Stack profits, while the rest of these fools argue over rap topics Nigga say he finna slide on me You know where I'm at, stop it Homie lookin' at me sideways, well, he must'a slept bad Lil' buddy bet' not lay a finger on me, heh, just like a stepdad Headed back from Cali wit' a oski that's in my checked bag Nigga, really I was high as hell, they thought it was jet lag I don't really want your girl, dawg, uh I already had the drawls Oh, she put you on GRIP? Go run the streams up on my catalogue Lookin' at my kid pictures like, "Mm, he don't look bad at all!" I was sneakin' in the medicine cabinet, mm, stealin' Adderalls My mama told me, "Don't mess wit' these messy lil' hoes" Get a check, make it stretch and get more Grip a TEC to protect you from foes Get some rest, that's a definite "no" Why don't you quit watchin' me flex and go set you some goals? The homies be steppin' on toes Don't roam this section with your necklace exposed Have you peelin' off, checkin' for holes My mama told me, "Don't mess wit' these messy lil' hoes" Get a check, make it stretch and get more Grip a TEC to protect you from foes Get some rest, that's a definite "no" Why don't you quit watchin' me flex and go set you some goals? The homies be steppin' on toes Don't roam this section with your necklace exposed Have you peelin' off, checkin' for holes Yeah Mama told me "Get the guap, be lowkey" Cop and smoke tree on the block with Ol' E Gots to know we opt to pop it Tote a Glock for O-Ps and watch for police The pockets obese, a drop with no keys Profit four Gs, then shop for gold teeth Never had a pops, you cannot control me Niggas take shots and get cropped, Adobe Mac or PC, packed a piece I had the sack at BP, adapt or sink And now the raps on TV, that's a GG Damn a Grammy and a platinum CD, heh In what way could a plaque complete me? Lap whack cats like the track at PE And still got time for a nap, I'm sleepy This pack got dispatched from ET This is a mismatch, stick with the kickback All I gotta do is pop the clip in and "Click-clack" Dismiss the chit chat, dismember clicks that Assembled a diss track, I'd rather get racks Sip 'yac, I got problems, word to 6lack Big facts, break a bitch back, this a Kit Kat And curve her, she still won't think of it as a mishap I'm a misfit, and she miss that Where your list at? I'm finna nitpick You ain't heard GRIP rap? That nigga sick sick I flipped zips when you were doin' kickflips Cut the top off, a lil' snip snip Now the titties out, a lil' nip slip Fools better step this shit up, wear a Fitbit A time bomb, I'm finna boom after the "Tick-tick" Eastside Zone 6 shit My mama told me, "Don't mess wit' these messy lil' hoes" Get a check, make it stretch and get more Grip a TEC to protect you from foes Get some rest, that's a definite "no" Why don't you quit watchin' me flex and go set you some goals? The homies be steppin' on toes Don't roam this section with your necklace exposed Have you peelin' off, checkin' for holes My mama told me, "Don't mess wit' these messy lil' hoes" Get a check, make it stretch and get more Grip a TEC to protect you from foes Get some rest, that's a definite "no" Why don't you quit watchin' me flex and go set you some goals? The homies be steppin' on toes Don't roam this section with your necklace exposed Have you peelin' off, checkin' for holes My mama told me "Flex on these hoes" My mama told me "Stunt on these niggas" My mama told me "Flex on these hoes And stunt on these niggas"
Writer(s): Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock, Neal Harrington Pogue Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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