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whoop - tee grizzley lyrics

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[intro: baby grizzley]
yeah
(the ak)
okay, turn it up
i say
(keep it moving)

[verse 1: baby grizzley]
b*tch, i’m eighty*deuce, but i f*ck with the villains
pull up in the ’sanne, told the dealer keep the ceiling
white buffs, told the jeweler, “bust down my trimming”
n*gga shot me, i ate before i was done healing
i ain’t trippin’ on no b*tch, boy, my shoes ain’t got strings in ’em (what?)
two hundred thou’ on your set, let the green get ’em
four fifty clip, four macs, i need beams with ’em
ayy, and i was sneakin’ in the stink with ’em
if you ain’t with the gang*gang, stay from ’round n*ggas
you can’t leave the crib like you grounded, we ground n*ggas
ayy, i was raised around murder, still around k!llers
me and ronny blaze players bros when we drown n*ggas
ice man, it’s a hundred on my neck
tell your b*tch, “let me tongue kiss that p*ssy on the jet”
if i ain’t bangin’, i’m bangin’, i put that on the set (on gang)
take a picture with a fifty roll showin’ the patek
[chorus: baby grizzley]
n*ggas know who really got that sh*t, rock that sh*t
pull up with the top on and drop that b*tch
cop a mille plain, then i ice rock that b*tch
drippin’ hard, i ain’t know i had the opps that sick

[verse 2: baby grizzley]
look, a hundred in my jacket, b*tch, i mean profit
trippin’ out and found another thirty in my pocket
f*ck going broke, not an option if i’m honest
real hundreds, i go brazy for the bucks like i’m giannis
i feel like n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me, you on the net with it
i got a couple m’s, jumpin’ on the jet with it
i love that real right, but i’m on the left with it
louis, drop six on the sweater like i’m set trippin’
flag on the left, but it’s red like a puddle of blood
my g good when i huddle with bloods
since the first day i met my n*gga cut, it was love
free my n*gga gutter ray warren up to the stud
i say it’s grizzley gang, a hundred and fifty chains
clip with a fifty things, that talking’ll get him flamed
these n*ggas leavin’ the hood ’cause they ain’t tryna get banged
it’s murder after you mention my name

[chorus: baby grizzley]
n*ggas know who really got that sh*t, rock that sh*t
pull up with the top on and drop that b*tch
cop a mille plain, then i ice rock that b*tch
drippin’ hard, i ain’t know i had the opps that sick, yeah
[outro: baby grizzley]
yeah
alright, let me hear that b*tch
let me hear that b*tch, let me hear that b*tch

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