Grits

This shit is giving me uh, corner store vibes
Ch ch, yea
Yea
Yea, yea uh
Look,

Pills, potions
She took them both she open
She falling in love, it's hopeless
And im trying to fuck, im hoping
Im trying to rub like lotion
She got it out its poking (uh)
I had to treat her in brooklyn
Even tho i met her in oakland
I dont do no gangs only gang i remain with
is niggas i came with and still the same click
UOA main shit not ones to play with
talk out the side of your face, Bow
you get face lift homie thats gang shit
Gave you a chance, so please do not waste it
Aint like the rest, i dont like to say shit (Yeah)
How you go cheat on your man, wit me
Wow
I make a jam a masterpiece
I gotta plan like master P
Aint slow it down since 2003 (nope)
This for these fuck niggas hounding me
Kill any flow so they ass could see
I really dont think that they passing me
Im doing my thing im doing my thing, damn
Seems like a waste to complain, (yeah)
Try to salt on my name
But that make the flavor way better my level insane
Yea, Its snakes in grass
Its snakes in the train its snakes on a plane
The fakes that you came with
Just show me thats lame shit
From those i refrain
dont run from the pain
All of my blessing they coming in plain
All of my necklaces gonna stay dangling
All of my bigger ones we call them chains
Audemar green what im trying to make
Im trying to shake em up no harlem shake
Wont be a shock if call up shaq
and he call up sheck and he bring the wraith

salty, sweet
I charge your ass a fee
After i crash the beat
After i crash the beat
salty, sweet
I charge your ass a fee
After i crash your beat
Yea, yeah

salty, sweet
I charge your ass a fee
After i crash the beat
After i crash the beat
salty, sweet
I charge your ass a fee
After i crash your beat
Yea, Uh



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Writer(s): Janey Stewart
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