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gritter - c-mob lyrics

[intro: c*mob]
yeah
c*mob in this motherf*cker
midwest in this motherf*cker
indiana
7*6*5

[verse 1: c*mob]
i am a beast
just give me a beat and i guarantee that i will tear it to shreds
i never sell out for the industry and only rap about carrots and bread
so f*ck a phony ass rapper who be renting chains
b*tch if you think you got respect you musta went insane
i stay in the streets
and yes i am hungry as h*ll i’ve been praying to eat
something, my appetite is for destruction i’m crushing you, this is your day of defeat
rappers sound like sh*t, they need to gargle with some listerine
quitе the f*cking autotune and take your antihistaminе
and f*ck y’all i’m grinding and i’m shining like i’m mr. clean
some of you rappers out there one*timing eating krispy kreme’s
this is for all of you out there who try to hate there is a code that you don’t need to violate
quite telling lies your demise is what i await
every last one of you i would annihilate
so you better get back b*tch
and get you some practice
cause you’re not touching me
sticking you like a cactus
wipe you off the atlas if you wanna f*ck with me
i’m keep it moving i’ll never label myself as a quitter
i’ll grind until i’m outta time i am a gritter
[hook: c*mob] (x2)
all about my money till i die i be a gritter
thorough bred hustler i’m the pick of the litter
flow so cold when i spit you get the jitters
f*ck with me and i will make your dreams go down the sh*tter

[verse 2: t*rock]
look like they don limping and skinning so strenuous
tell me god have i been blessed or cursed?
i never get rest, i’m up 24/7, no stopping i’m up to my neck in work
got too many habits like drinking and smoking
it’s only right that i invest in perc*
i gotta get money, i’m hungry as ever
make room for the meal and less dessert
you f*ck with my money i promise you that’s the mistake of your life
you’ll get stretched and merked
pull up in the alley i let off a shot of you jump in the vehicle press reverse (mmm)
y’all boys don’t work like me
it’s plain to see who dead sorry
got a few montana stacks they buried in my head harness
i’mma grind with a clique full of k!llers
my n*ggas at the pick of the litter
we all people in the struggle trynna bubble so i’m soaking up my sorrow in a pit full of liquor
and my n*ggas in the clique throw it of, amped up, don’t soft
they’ll pass of coffee
fully equipped with 17 shots
ready to pop to get a n*gga ass up off me
what you know about 24/7
strapped up but i got many more weapons
i keep a power move in the works like i make another half a mill in bout 20 more seconds
you a taker from the game, i’mma giver
look in the eye never say die you a quitter
a blue collar grind
more work than shine it’s dirt doing time and you f*cking with a gritter n*gga
[hook: c*mob] (x2)
all about my money till i die i’ll be a gritter
thorough bred hustler i’m the pick of the litter
flow so cold when i spit you get the jitters
f*ck with me and i will make your dreams go down the sh*tter

- c mob lyrics

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