Grab Him

Give me another Pack
Go get it he down stairs
Rob Him
My Strap right there
Go Now
Take that shit He a Pussy

You ain't catch em
You ain't slide
You ain't blast him
Thinking I might

You ain't catch em
You ain't slide
You ain't blast him
Thinking I might

Hit him dab him catch him grab him
Ion give a fuck
Punch him in his shit
Break his fucking knees
I wanna see him bitch
Dig him down deep
Dig him up down deep I wanna have him
Praying weak
Praying up god he pissing he crying talking and gagging
He a bitch, He ain't gone talk
If he live, I think I mock
On his bitch dead sister fucking op
Hitting crib after clapping when I go stop
Get me burger and fries smoking a lot
My glock
He talking slap Him
Pussy gone to stab him
Stabbing Back What Happened
Celebration graduating yea I think I'm clapping

2019 diploma book and I'm rolling go grasses
I'm talking about shitting on school when I thinking I'm passing
And fuck my teachers lil dude laughing on all our asses
Really walked up in school of percs and acid
I had the Percs and the shrooms, and the bars and they asking
And I be serving lil dude I'm writing notes and rapping
And I be all up in school rapping I'm Never Capping
You think I'm a slimey lil dude 30 and strap I'm crashing
Sipping mud on the road police they catch me splashing
Lean and act my mood when you lackin I'm blasting
Lean and act the perc it got me fucking smashing
Lean and act my mood when you lackin I'm blasting
Lean and act the perc it got me fucking smashing

You ain't catch em
You ain't slide
You ain't blast him
Thinking I might

You ain't catch em
You ain't slide
You ain't blast him
Thinking I might

Thinking I might
Thinking I might Grab him
Thinking I might
Thinking I might Grab him



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Writer(s): Jay Cesar
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