Free Baby Grizz Part 3
I ain't playin', -, I ain't playin', - (yeah)
(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
Look at my watch, look at my wrist
Not like yo' man, he ain't shinin' like this (no cap, -)
Not like yo' man, he ain't grindin' like this (for real though)
And even if he was, he know I'm a blood (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger), ayy
If a - say some opp sh- to me, I'm offin' her (what?)
Stuck around when she see my chain, I ain't hoggin' her (she know it)
Make her shake some when I eat it, call it doggin'
-as ain't f- with me like they good parole officers (soft as hell)
Oh, that - ain't know I was that -? -, her fault (-, that's her fault)
Hunnid Sigs in the hood, boy, my turf bought (I bought it all)
Spent a bag on my shoes just to earth walk (gang)
'Bout to race twin 'Cats 'til the tires burn off (skrrt)
Heavyweight, you ain't gon' catch me on no light shit (heavyweight)
So much jewelry on, I don't need the lights, -
Mona Lisa, drape that - in gold, - priceless (ayy)
Baby Grizz, 500 on the ice kit, -
-, you knew I was that -, -, beat it (beat it)
30 ball, I need it (need it), know I got the cheese in
50 top, bottom icy, mouth like I'm teethin' (ice)
Say she wit' it, put it on the set, on the B's then (on the set)
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), slugs in his wig
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), slugs in the Sig
Plug with the - (ayy), get drugged with a Sig
Thuggin' again, they know bloods in the mid
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), thug with a Sig
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), drug with a Sig
Thuggin' again, bloods in the mid (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, them bloods in the mid
-, I'm that -, -, that -, -, I ain't feelin' - (ayy), I get rid of -
Love my villain - (love my villain -), pull up killin' killers
400 for my - Pilla, -, I been a hitter (love my dawg)
I'm heavy hearted, I can't let these - play with me (ayy, I can't)
I'm uppin' it, ain't really sh- you can say to me (ayy, you can't)
Just bought a Benz just to get that boy to A to B (skrrt)
Lil' baby fell to her knees, told her, "Pray to me" (pray to me)
Hit the Bentley dealership, told 'em, "Takin' me" (takin' me)
I can show you how to double up, bake a ki' (bake a ki')
This lil' sh- these - talkin' really make believe (oh, they lyin')
Just hit a bad -, she modelin' for Maybelline
Back like I never left the streets (ayy)
Pushin' Maybach with my name on the seats (ayy)
Still in the field, Grizz gang on my cleats (yeah, yeah)
All the competition bold, or ain't even in my reach (they gone)
All my 40 -as hold it down, huh? (40, 40)
E'rythin' 500 'til they drown, huh? (40, 40)
-es like, "You came home to a pile, huh?" (Yeah)
You think I don't know that's why you stayed around, huh? (Yeah)
Ayy, I used to call - like, "Baby, send me some flicks" (c'mon)
Now I'm on my money phone talkin' to a tick (c'mon)
Now it's double F, double G's on my fit (c'mon)
Now it's double, uh, shoot, Scottie Hottie Pipp' (c'mon)
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), yeah, thugs in the mid
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), plugged with a Sig
Drug with the -, plugged with a Sig
Thuggin' again, bloods in the mid (what you mean?)
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), thuggin' again
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), bloods in the mid
Pluggin' again, drugged with a Sig
Thuggin' again, them bloods in the mid
(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
Look at my watch, look at my wrist
Not like yo' man, he ain't shinin' like this (no cap, -)
Not like yo' man, he ain't grindin' like this (for real though)
And even if he was, he know I'm a blood (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger), ayy
If a - say some opp sh- to me, I'm offin' her (what?)
Stuck around when she see my chain, I ain't hoggin' her (she know it)
Make her shake some when I eat it, call it doggin'
-as ain't f- with me like they good parole officers (soft as hell)
Oh, that - ain't know I was that -? -, her fault (-, that's her fault)
Hunnid Sigs in the hood, boy, my turf bought (I bought it all)
Spent a bag on my shoes just to earth walk (gang)
'Bout to race twin 'Cats 'til the tires burn off (skrrt)
Heavyweight, you ain't gon' catch me on no light shit (heavyweight)
So much jewelry on, I don't need the lights, -
Mona Lisa, drape that - in gold, - priceless (ayy)
Baby Grizz, 500 on the ice kit, -
-, you knew I was that -, -, beat it (beat it)
30 ball, I need it (need it), know I got the cheese in
50 top, bottom icy, mouth like I'm teethin' (ice)
Say she wit' it, put it on the set, on the B's then (on the set)
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), slugs in his wig
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), slugs in the Sig
Plug with the - (ayy), get drugged with a Sig
Thuggin' again, they know bloods in the mid
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), thug with a Sig
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), drug with a Sig
Thuggin' again, bloods in the mid (boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, them bloods in the mid
-, I'm that -, -, that -, -, I ain't feelin' - (ayy), I get rid of -
Love my villain - (love my villain -), pull up killin' killers
400 for my - Pilla, -, I been a hitter (love my dawg)
I'm heavy hearted, I can't let these - play with me (ayy, I can't)
I'm uppin' it, ain't really sh- you can say to me (ayy, you can't)
Just bought a Benz just to get that boy to A to B (skrrt)
Lil' baby fell to her knees, told her, "Pray to me" (pray to me)
Hit the Bentley dealership, told 'em, "Takin' me" (takin' me)
I can show you how to double up, bake a ki' (bake a ki')
This lil' sh- these - talkin' really make believe (oh, they lyin')
Just hit a bad -, she modelin' for Maybelline
Back like I never left the streets (ayy)
Pushin' Maybach with my name on the seats (ayy)
Still in the field, Grizz gang on my cleats (yeah, yeah)
All the competition bold, or ain't even in my reach (they gone)
All my 40 -as hold it down, huh? (40, 40)
E'rythin' 500 'til they drown, huh? (40, 40)
-es like, "You came home to a pile, huh?" (Yeah)
You think I don't know that's why you stayed around, huh? (Yeah)
Ayy, I used to call - like, "Baby, send me some flicks" (c'mon)
Now I'm on my money phone talkin' to a tick (c'mon)
Now it's double F, double G's on my fit (c'mon)
Now it's double, uh, shoot, Scottie Hottie Pipp' (c'mon)
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), yeah, thugs in the mid
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), plugged with a Sig
Drug with the -, plugged with a Sig
Thuggin' again, bloods in the mid (what you mean?)
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), thuggin' again
Ayy-ayy (blah-blah), bloods in the mid
Pluggin' again, drugged with a Sig
Thuggin' again, them bloods in the mid
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Writer(s): Terry Wallace, Darrel Jackson
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