God's Warrior-Tee Grizzley

歌手 : Tee Grizzley

专辑 : Scriptures

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:47

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TXT God's Warrior-Tee Grizzley 文本歌词

God's Warrior - Tee Grizzley

You know everything a n***a say be facts man like

I hope they don't play this s**t in court one day

If you look up some of the stories in my city

You will see the relation between the music

Everybody with me clumsy we all be droppin' s**t

Droppin' n***as droppin' icy kids

F**k a b***h drop her at her momma crib

Not with the gossipin' we do that robbin' s**t

Any means I'm gon' eat

Slide with the tank on full yeah

Leave with the Glock on E

I got a K it hold 100

But I got lazy only put 90

Money make your whole team vanish

That's a paper trick Origami

I be dolo don't need a posse

If you got the wave I got the tsunami

Chain hit like Ike turner what else

But I don't beat b***hes I beat bodies

I just bought some chain reactions

Just to stomp a n***a in Versace

Call me Martin I stay with the Tommy

You lookin' for me p***y come find me

And I'm not gon' snatch your chain

I'm gon' take it off politely

So when I go back to sell it

It's not damaged not even slightly

Raised around killers that's how I'm cut

Found out where he stay don't s***t the house up

Lay in they bushes 'til your legs lock up

Whoever walk outside first drop some

Lift that chopper up go nuts go nuts

That was his momma so what f**k it

N***a that's your fault we wanted your blood

And your b***h take d**k like a grownup

I'm a product of them streets yeah

Sharks and hustlers I'm from the D yeah

Bring a n***a to the feast yeah

We not stingy homie eat

He get greedy put him to sleep

They gotta identify him by his teeth

We gon' k**l you if you freeze

When your job was to squeeze n***a

N***a n***a n***a

I gotta like fraking on this flame flame

I got an Uzi and sound like boom

I got a Draco and it sound like boom sheesh

Knock your s**t open the bullets explosive

Fall and you getting stood-over come here

Can't run out of bullets in a shootout

Taking my time counting as I'm blowin'

Yeah drumsticks guitar-sized AR's we a little band

Rapper diss me

I'm at every show like I'm his biggest fan

Hollows in that Sprinter Van gon'

Leave somebody crippled man

You see your DJ brain come through his head

You'll turn religious man

Having my way him see us up at the range

That's practice okay practice okay

Dead bodies in the hood

Pour acid on it for rapid decay

Granny don't even know the savage she raised

N***a savage she raised n***a

Ayy 200k get you took off the planet today

N***a holy water

Ayy n***a hoes I don't feel 'em feel 'em

Cut his head like a d**k

Let his homeboys deal him b***h

F**k who rockin' with him

Catch his b***h at the mall while she shoe shopping n***a

Don't let him dodge just s***t out the windows

That's how I'm coming

You not faster than no bullets

Why is you running

F**k is you runnin'

I be talking to my glock like

You be buggin' b***h you be trippin'

I put forgi's on my drop them b***hes rubbin'

Skrrt skrrt

They like Grizzley bro you rich

Why is you thuggin'

Why am I thuggin'

Big Meech was rich

Ain't nobody asked him why was he hustlin'

Why was he hustlin'

What y'all need to ask is

These n***as why they be bluffin'

Fake a*s n***as

Took my FN off my hip like

You've been summoned bop bop bop bop