Gritty (Deluxe) [feat. Mr.jinkinz]
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now.
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now
You a fraud, you a fake, you gets no money, no love like a crash dummy
Plus ya shorty tells me you dispotisable, so I come thru, when I come thru, beat that plump pussy numb, feed her jizz juice, she want a hood nigga that give her thug dick, fuck her good make her snore deep sleep coma
I love the smell in the air sexual aroma, she 420 friendly so I roll the ghana
Before she wake up I roll another one, deep space 9 so Im off this,
I cant fuck & lay I gotta get paid, back on my gritty,
grizzly, grimey, and gully
That Red look, (That Red Look) don't cross the line,
or pull the lever, I don't care if you cant see it, get ya life took.
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now.
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now
It aint my fault dont recommed you try this shit,
just another product of my environment,
this for yock heads, all the non beliviers,
undercover haters, all the funk fakers, yap yap when you talk,
who wouldn't make it, check the records and the sells, been doing this, sold weed, sold coke, even sold piss
I gotta get it, gotta get it anyway to get it,
in this cold world, caged wit these bloody bricks,
in the cold on my grind, wit my toes froze,
money on my mind, goal is the bank roll,
under pressure wont fold going for the gold,
when I let it go, thats when I let em know,
I aint playing with them niggaz with the calico,
Ak's, Sk's each 100 shots, you cant see my face, cause Im ragged up
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now.
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now.
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now
You a fraud, you a fake, you gets no money, no love like a crash dummy
Plus ya shorty tells me you dispotisable, so I come thru, when I come thru, beat that plump pussy numb, feed her jizz juice, she want a hood nigga that give her thug dick, fuck her good make her snore deep sleep coma
I love the smell in the air sexual aroma, she 420 friendly so I roll the ghana
Before she wake up I roll another one, deep space 9 so Im off this,
I cant fuck & lay I gotta get paid, back on my gritty,
grizzly, grimey, and gully
That Red look, (That Red Look) don't cross the line,
or pull the lever, I don't care if you cant see it, get ya life took.
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now.
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now
It aint my fault dont recommed you try this shit,
just another product of my environment,
this for yock heads, all the non beliviers,
undercover haters, all the funk fakers, yap yap when you talk,
who wouldn't make it, check the records and the sells, been doing this, sold weed, sold coke, even sold piss
I gotta get it, gotta get it anyway to get it,
in this cold world, caged wit these bloody bricks,
in the cold on my grind, wit my toes froze,
money on my mind, goal is the bank roll,
under pressure wont fold going for the gold,
when I let it go, thats when I let em know,
I aint playing with them niggaz with the calico,
Ak's, Sk's each 100 shots, you cant see my face, cause Im ragged up
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now.
Out here on the gritty we gotta shine,
bust a nigga head don't get outta line,
ya girl call me daddy when you not around,
she said you fucking yock, get no money now
Credits
Writer(s): William Taricq Wilson
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