gritz - sgpwes lyrics
[verse 1]
dropping these racks (dropping these racks)
dropping these racks on his head
i’m f*cking this b*tch (i’m f*cking this b*tch)
i’m f*cking this b*tch are you sick (are you sick, sick)
i got me that bag (i got me that bag)
i spent my first check on that rick (rick)
we don’t do no*ones (we don’t do no*ones)
yeah and we jumping you taking your sh*t (sh*t)
i don’t give a f*ck about sh*t (i don’t give a f*ck about sh*t)
prada bag cost your rent, these n*ggas just pretend
me and twinny gonna win, we on your block committing them sins
i trade them off, i don’t want no friends
[verse 2]
i’m going up too much (i’m going up too much)
i’m cutting you off [?] too much
n*ggas be lying, n*ggas do nothing too [?]
you getting racks, i get the money too much
i’m f*cking this hoe in the back of a tour bus (tour bus)
bringing these hoes (bringing these hoes) and
she got a man (she got a man)
my n*gga [?] but that wasn’t the plan
cut that hoe off cause she was a fan
these b*tches boring, they be boring and bland
chips, i just wanna count up the chips
you can get [?] on gritz
i had a pack it got flipped
n*gga just stick to the script
i think this hoe need a lift
after i hit imma dip
(imma dip, imma dip, imma dip)
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