Amiri Grinch, Pt. 2

You're the, the, the, the
The grinch!

Hop out the v with the mac n' them boys get to runnin'
Sippin' on lean nigga not no tussin, nah
Got yo' bitch on her knees
She suck me off
Took a perc, n' then I'm blastin' off

I got mason margiela's n' ricky gear
I been flexing on these niggas all year
Put you in the news, my niggas don't care
Hot boxing in the spot I need some air
Uh,
Pull up deep, not playing fair
We not playing fair, we not playing fair
My niggas don't care put you all up in the air
What? Put right up in the air uhhhh
Put you right up in the air, woahhh
Put you right up in the air, ouuu
Yeah uhh uhh, Ouuu
Ouuu, Ouuu
Aye, Oh they jacking my swag?
Spot a whole lotta cash
Pull up in the club n' they shaking they ass ouu
It's CuCcy I'm really the man
Sippin' on lean, wait
I'm in love with my lean, sippin' codeine
Yeah, with promethazine
Used to hate me now they loving me
I be sippin' till my piss green
I'm in love with the money
The money it love me, I'm a fucking money feind
Walking wit' this guap up in my jeans
I got pints, I got racks in my safe
I got baddies walking all around my place
I got guap, I got racks in my stash
I got baddies, I got bitches, I got cash
What? Ya' niggas ain't on shit
I got a big ass grip, you pull up
N' you get hit in yo' shit, aye
Pull up get hit in yo' shit, aye
Never seen a glock wit' a switch? aye
Never seen a glock wit' switch?
Ya' pussy boy better dip, aye, aye

Hop out the v with the mac n' them boys get to runnin'
Sippin' on lean nigga not no tussin, nah
Got yo' bitch on her knees
She suck me off
Took a perc, n' then I'm blastin' off

Pour a four of the lean, n' im gone



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Writer(s): Uriah Mann
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