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grizzley camp - tee grizzley & skilla baby lyrics

[intro: tee grizzley]
(oh yeah, i’m finna make a banger with this one)
chopsquad dj on this b*tch (dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[verse 1: tee grizzley]
i done sat back long enough (i did), let me open up (let’s get it)
let me see who with us, okay, bet, ayy, bro, it’s only us (f*ck ’em)
wife material and cold as f*ck, but we gon’ only f*ck (no chance)
got another b*tch right after her, so i’ma hold my nut (oh yeah)
empty out the chop in seconds, took an hour to load it up (a hundred)
anywhere that me and sk!lla pop out, that b*tch goin’ up (turnt)
ain’t no “wait to see what thug say,” that n*gga bold as f*ck (rat)
since he bein’ loud like them ‘zas, we gon’ roll him up (smoke him)
if that sh*t existed, they’ll givе real n*gga awards to me (facts)
can’t divide and conquеr with my n*ggas, boy, they sworn to me (facts)
brought my name up just to f*ck the b*tch, boy, you was born goofy (facts)
i sit back and watch that money counter, sh*t like p*rn to me (facts)
we get money right now, we ain’t gotta post no throwbacks (uh*uh)
location, tell ’em post that, watch how quick we come get on that (we comin’)
them k!llers knock on doors and leave sh*ll casings on the doormat (boom)
you ain’t ready for the smoke, so just stop actin’ like you want that (chill out)
you f*ckin’ with the bag, we can get you what you need (we can)
in a demon ridin’ with the jordan in high*speeds (cold)
you p*ss that n*gga off that be like, “huh?” you gon’ bleed (that’s sk!lla)
main reason n*ggas get f*cked up, it be they greed, dummy (huh? huh?)
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
lately, all i know is drill, n*ggas i don’t know for real
caught a flight to cali ’cause the city make me wanna k!ll (bah)
i was rich before the deal, all the b*tches know for real
presi, bust patek, b*tch, i’m havin’ houses on the hill (nah, for real)
hit him in the helmet, you ain’t blitzin’, why you on the field? (brr)
two weeks into 2023, i’m up another mil’ (i’m up another mil’)
thirty thousand worth of bills a month, i cannot f*ckin’ chill (huh?)
lately i been livin’ in the banks, i feel like uncle phil (for real)
by the time i was twelve, i was jumpin’ off the curb
ain’t know how to cook the crack at first, i almost lost a bird (huh?)
brodie on a chase, he knew he made when he lost the bird
i got a bunch of broke n*ggas mad at me ’cause it’s my turn (huh)
n*ggas’ b*tches always wanna f*ck me, i don’t know why (ah)
n*ggas disrespect that n*gga that go, “ah,” you gon’ die (ah)
i’ll shoot my fire, n*gga, you can see it my eye (fah)
i love usin’ glocks, they ain’t got no safety, dré bly (huh?)
n*gga, you can hit this with a three, this sh*t topside (this sh*t topside)
i’ll spin a n*gga like a dj, i’m chopsquad (i’m chopsquad)
the draco a micro, my ar like my size (this b*tch my size)
my opps said they gon’ k!ll me, n*gga, stop lyin’ (huh?)
patek on my arm, chops in the barn
that’s for any n*gga say he wanna do me harm
a hundred thousand worth of links, that’s without the charm
in the city steppin’ on these n*ggas like they stanley yard, huh?
[outro: sk!lla baby & tee grizzley]
i got a bunch of broke n*ggas mad at me ’cause it’s my turn, huh?
anywhere that me and sk!lla pop out, that b*tch goin’ up
ain’t no “wait to see what thug say,” that n*gga bold as f*ck

- tee grizzley skilla baby lyrics

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