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swerv - tee grizzley lyrics

[intro]
(big oz on the keyboard in this sh*t)

[verse 1: g herbo]
ayy, really havin’ paper, really lit
i ain’t trippin’ on your b*tch, if i wanted her, then i’ll take her
really havin’ flavor, really like a player
ain’t really into cuffin’ hoes, yeah, but i’ll slay her
bag of loads, send it up the road, i’ll make her
havin’ dough, don’t care ’bout nothin’ old like jamaica
far from broke, i did a hundred shows, hundred rows
pull up solo, rockin’ all gold in the rolls
street n*gga, so me and my bros talk in code
40k stacks, nothin’ in my pocket fold
two doors like a bucky, it just stop and go
did sh*t, can’t tell n0body nothin’, not a soul
hundred k, five hundred k, g herbo money long
his kid’s kids gon’ be rich, g herbo money grown
but it took years for this sh*t, it just ain’t come along
the type of sh*t my cousins can’t know when i’m comin’ home

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
ayy, remember goin’ to jail for bein’ in stolies (stolen cars)
we got out and turned them handcuffs to rollies
b*tch, i’m from the d, first island that i ever saw was coney
i know scarface just a movie, but we saw more coke than tony (b*tch)
first n*gga ever snake me was my brodie
i’m a real n*gga, if he don’t like me, he probably owe me (yeah)
put you in an urn on the shelf like you a trophy
say she like my chain, b*tch, do you like it enough to blow me? (you like it that much?)
these amiris fit me well, they 2k
all my haters broke, sleepin’ in the trap, playin’ 2k (no cap)
you know we f*ck with gta because in real life, we relate
my n*ggas scared of animals, don’t come around us with no snakes (bet’ not)
get her out the club, benz, crib, bed, take it, take it
get that bag, send it, catch it, stash it, weigh it, break it, shake it
get that money counter, play with it, split with gang, save it
n*gga play, find him, get up on him, head, face him, face him
i be stayin’ out police way, i can’t afford to see no jail
they know i got it, so they gon’ be hoes and won’t give me no bail
that ain’t gon’ happen, though, so let’s not even get deep in detail
in the d with 80k, in that 550, me in cell 8212
[verse 3: g herbo]
yeah, any n*gga oppin’ takin’ sh*lls (brrt)
wrist with water that’s us ’cause we was shoppin’, takin’ ls (no bap)
rappin’ and trappin’ almost stopped me from prevailin’
in the studio, but i was stoppin’, makin’ sales (and)
f*cked that paper up when all my partners went to jail (and)
anything under quarter million made bail (you know that)
anything i say false, then you can intervene
like how i used to walk with .40 glocks and make them b*tches sing (bop)
and i really went up double digits, b*tch, i live a dream (ayy)
trust me, don’t n0body move, i’ll make this b*tch a scene (i’ll make this b*tch a scene)
couple million on my jewels, been no limit, f*ck the rules
i was up a half a ticket, way i never went to school (yeah)
n*gga, ‘member i was hungry, broke, used to fry bologna
really from the ‘raq, first island that i saw was stony
mama workin’ nightshifts, i was stayin’ home, lonely
now i’m goin’ platinum, f*ck it, i’ma buy og a rollie

[verse 4: tee grizzley]
i can kick it to you, but you gotta catch it like a goalie
if them people find that package, bet’ not mention that you know me
just be careful goin’ to get it, don’t forget, you got a tab
me and herb get matchin’ ice case they forget we got the bag
me and baby grizz got matchin’ chopsticks and buffy glasses
and we let them bullets fly together, they got buddy passes
delta when i’m solo, when my son with me, j*e*t (jet)
b*tch, we went from ebt to amexs, don’t play with me (b*tch, don’t)
and you know how we vibe, n*gga (know how we vibe, n*gga)
doin’ the speed limit ’cause i’m ridin’ wit’ it (b*tch, i’m ridin’ wit’ it)
ain’t no slaps on the wrist or probation, we got priors, n*gga (nah)
they gon’ sit us down for some time, n*gga (they gon’ sit us down)
you see that baddie with that ap and that benz truck? that’s wifey, n*gga
if you can’t afford the amg, go get a chrysler, n*gga
opps sayin’ that we better k!ll ’em, we been tryin’, n*gga
come outside, n*gga, we just left y’all block, that sh*t was dry, n*gga
[outro]
(big oz on the keyboard in this sh*t)

- tee grizzley lyrics

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