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g7 - tee grizzley lyrics

[intro]
g7
(j.r.)
ayy
when you gettin’ a couple dollars, they gon’ always try to plot
they gon’ overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots, n*gga (add that sh*t up, n*gga)
ayy, y’all need to stop tellin’ and let the police do they— (b*tch)

[verse 1]
i can’t go nowhere without the glock (i need that)
call gervonta davis if you tryna fight, i don’t box (i don’t do that)
i been bustin’ chains down the lot (bust ’em down)
you know me without no ice like a gang member without no opps (i gotta have it)
when you worth a couple dollars, they gon’ always try to plot (okay)
they gon’ overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots (come on)
need an underground bunker if i send ‘еm down your block (get low)
i wish y’all would stop tellin’ and let thе police do they job (rat*ass n*gga)
i ain’t fly on a plane ’til i was an adult
but my son was on a pj before he knew how to walk (for real)
i ain’t start buyin’ properties ’til i was twenty*six
but my son had real estate before he knew how to go p*ss, b*tch (big facts)
[chorus]
they say i changed, b*tch, i did (i did)
they say i spent too much on the chain, b*tch, i did (i did)
they say i cut off half my gang, b*tch, i did (i did)
play and you gon’ get it close range, yes, you is, n*gga (buh, buh, buh)
they say they ain’t in it for the fame, but they is (they is)
lot of n*ggas say they ain’t no lames, but they is (they is)
said f*ck me when i wasn’t gettin’ paid, yes, they did (they did)
now i’m sayin’, “f*ck ’em,” leave ’em in the rain, on my kids, n*gga (f*ck ’em)

[verse 2]
i’ma cut you off, i see you do some fake sh*t to somebody else (no cap)
’cause you would do that same sh*t to me, go work on yourself (b*tch)
if i’m showin’ up, i need a bag, i don’t work for my health (i need it)
if i cut you off, it’s f*ck you in this life and after death (f*ck you)
told my shooter i ain’t f*ckin’ with him if a shot miss (one shot)
if i took it, that ain’t yours no more, boy, that’s my sh*t (that’s mine)
i don’t care if she your baby mama, boy, that’s my b*tch (my b*tch)
you came with me, but you ain’t gettin’ sh*t, this is my l!ck (f*ck on)
i been realizin’ a few of my mistakes
i was feedin’ n*ggas when they wasn’t worthy of a plate
why give that boy a brick? he ain’t gon’ do right with an eighth
i got white people workin’ for me in honor of the slaves, n*gga

[chorus]
ayy, they say i changed, b*tch, i did (i did)
they say i spent too much on the chain, b*tch, i did (i did)
they say i cut off half my gang, b*tch, i did (i did)
play and you gon’ get it close range, yes, you is, n*gga (buh, buh, buh)
they say they ain’t in it for the fame, but they is (they is)
lot of n*ggas say they ain’t no lames, but they is (they is)
said f*ck me when i wasn’t gettin’ paid, yes, they did (they did)
now i’m sayin’, “f*ck ’em,” leave ’em in the rain, on my kids (f*ck ’em)
[outro]
f*ck all them n*ggas
all of ’em
g7, n*gga

- tee grizzley lyrics

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