GGGF
(Grizz)
Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam
Catch me fiddling in your kitchen with them pots and pans
Don't ask questions trying to get it I don't think that you can
If you not Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam
I been running up a ticket know some niggas wanna stop it
When it come down to the cheddar niggas know I ain't rocking
Imma skinny nigga swole mind no I ain't boxing
Bet if it come down to my peoples grab the pole and I'll spark it
I know these niggas really tryna jam me
I'd hate to take a nigga from his family
But I know he think I'm bluffing ain't no plan B
So I had to throw them bullets Peyton Manning
I hate to make examples of niggas
Big iron and I'm ready for to cancel a nigga
Sweet purp shit that fucked up my enamel a killer
No nurse but somehow I access all them pain killers
I'm high high high high
Say he stepping but he do not got no pressure applied
Every night I'm on the road I gotta sleep with my 9
It ain't nothing if that nigga wanna run up and try it
Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam
Catch me fiddling in your kitchen with them pots and pans
Don't ask questions trying to get it I don't think that you can
If you not Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam
I been running up a ticket know some niggas wanna stop it
When it come down to the cheddar niggas know I ain't rocking
Imma skinny nigga swole mind no I ain't boxing
Bet if it come down to my peoples grab the pole and I'll spark it
Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam
Catch me fiddling in your kitchen with them pots and pans
Don't ask questions trying to get it I don't think that you can
If you not Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam
I been running up a ticket know some niggas wanna stop it
When it come down to the cheddar niggas know I ain't rocking
Imma skinny nigga swole mind no I ain't boxing
Bet if it come down to my peoples grab the pole and I'll spark it
I know these niggas really tryna jam me
I'd hate to take a nigga from his family
But I know he think I'm bluffing ain't no plan B
So I had to throw them bullets Peyton Manning
I hate to make examples of niggas
Big iron and I'm ready for to cancel a nigga
Sweet purp shit that fucked up my enamel a killer
No nurse but somehow I access all them pain killers
I'm high high high high
Say he stepping but he do not got no pressure applied
Every night I'm on the road I gotta sleep with my 9
It ain't nothing if that nigga wanna run up and try it
Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam
Catch me fiddling in your kitchen with them pots and pans
Don't ask questions trying to get it I don't think that you can
If you not Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam
I been running up a ticket know some niggas wanna stop it
When it come down to the cheddar niggas know I ain't rocking
Imma skinny nigga swole mind no I ain't boxing
Bet if it come down to my peoples grab the pole and I'll spark it
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Writer(s): Tehya Wallace
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