Grissle

I like carrying a pistol
Nah yo hoe aint here nomo lil homie my bad you just missed her
Ian een take no pictures
This shit came with no flash
God damn these diamonds god damn they glisten
Im ready to pop with the smith n
Im ready to rock with the listing
I bet when I talk they listen
My niggas is up and they ready to fuck up the system
Known to blow my whistle
I bet I up with the pistol
I bet I'll blow up the whole dame town looking like a god damn missile
My niggas they up and official
Imma eat that bitch like a grissle

Im up
Its stuck
Turn the party up
Beat that bitch up
Get in here and turn it up
Rock that shit up
Lock this shit up
Finna light it up
Finna turn it up

If I turn on the beat then its on
If I come to your street then its on
If you turn on the beef then its on
And it aint ever no turning it off
And if you bite me I'm spraying like off
I got me a lil crib and I got me a loft
Suck on my dick til its soft
If you playin with me know that im knocking you off
And know that shit get raw
And know that Glock gotta beam on it
She want me to pull my mic out my pants so her Bestfriend can just lean on it
Yea she might as well sing on it
The bitch gone chill with me
She might as well fuck on me
You might as well come in here 3 deep
Pockets 3D

Light that blunt up Kobe
Shoot that bitch left hand ginobili
Ion wanna fuck onnat hoe she don't know me
Pour up that double cup slow me
Pour up that double cup slowly

I like carrying a pistol
Nah yo hoe aint here nomo lil homie my bad you just missed her
Ian een take no pictures
This shit came with no flash
God damn these diamonds god damn they glisten

Its stuck
Turn the party up
Beat that bitch up
Get in here and turn it up
Rock that shit up
Lock this shit up
Finna light it up
Finna turn it up



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Writer(s): Antonio Foster
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