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ss - grip lyrics

part i

[verse: grip & tu!]
everywhere i go i keep the heat tucked
probably in a ’96 impala and the seat’s plush
f*ck around and double down on you cheap f*cks
they sayin’, “gripper drops the sh*t that f*cks the streets up”
two fingers in the air, but ain’t no peace up (ain’t no peace up)
every n*gga round me packin’ like the lease up
that’s just how we move
set up shop and show these younger n*ggas how to boom
yeah, way before i ever was the best n*gga out
i was crashin’ with homies (crashin’ with homies)
n*ggas slept on the couch (slept on the couch)
was catchin’ plays, north, east, west, and the south
yeah, shoebox money, i ain’t had no checking account (checking account)
mama out there slavin’ for a lesser amount (lesser amount)
now i take care of whatever she be stressin’ about
had to boss up, want yo’ first win? put the work in
n*ggas lurkin’, if you scared, go to church then (uh)

[chorus: tu!]
freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (yeah, yeah, lap)
simmer down, my n*gga, your pen is all cap (yeah, yeah, cap)
never stress a problem, i sleep with my strap (yeah, yeah, strap)
please don’t take a nap ’cause snoozers get clapped (ah, ah)
freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (yeah, yeah, lap)
simmer down, my n*gga, your pen is all cap (yeah, yeah, cap)
never stress a problem, i sleep with my strap (yeah, yeah, strap)
please don’t take a nap ’cause snoozers get clapped (ah, ah)
part ii

[intro: grip]
yeah, uh, yeah

[chorus: grip]
cut a b*tch up like sensei
wife that give a f*ck what my friends say
climax, then i’m buckin’ like kinte
write raps, give ’em trouble like m.j
price jacked, now it’s up to like ten k
come right back, chargin’ double, that’s veinte
was slap boxin’ on midway, split fool top on a wednesday, uh

[verse: grip]
keep a mop like a janitor
and if not, thirty shots from the glocky will handle ya
your whole posse’s some amateurs
i got n*ggas that can’t even get into canada
who the f*ck is a fan of bro?
i’ll spit at his mom and her son, word to pamela
get to kevin durant*in ya
easy money, who say they can guard the boy?
he’s a dummy, if you gon’ keep one thing, keep some money
if you gon’ keep two things, add a bl!cky
shoot it out if situations that sticky
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til that motherf*cker empty
n*gga actin’, someone give him a emmy
give him a oscar, he an imposter
give this sh*t to you straight, check the posture
i got too many hoes on my roster, yeah
[chorus: grip]
cut a b*tch up like sensei
wife that give a f*ck what my friends say
climax, then i’m buckin’ like kinte
write raps, give ’em trouble like m.j
price jacked, now it’s up to like ten k
come right back, chargin’ double, that’s veinte
was slap boxin’ on midway, split fool top on a wednesday, uh
cut a b*tch up like sensei
wife that give a f*ck what my friends say
climax, then i’m buckin’ like kinte
write raps, give ’em trouble like m.j
price jacked, now it’s up to like ten k
come right back, chargin’ double, that’s veinte
was slap boxin’ on midway, split fool top on a wednesday, uh

- grip lyrics

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