Casanova - Gripped Up lyrics

I'm riding through your block (Through your block, through your block) I got the call, I got the drop (I got the drop, I got the drop) I got the address to your spot (To your spot, to your spot) Swear to God you getting shot (Getting shot!) n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this Boom, boom, boom! Somebody pull the truck up I swear to God I'ma k** a mothaf**er b**h you a p**y, you a s**er If you ain't about that life then shut the f** up Told my driver make a right We gon' catch 'em at the light Brace yourself, fool Painted hammer at the light Dub on me I'm Mike Gun on him I'm hype I'ma keep it real simple Bullet went through his temple I was hanging out the window Yeah, I had an extendo Still got a full clip, and I let about ten go Drop the bricks, let his kids go, yeah I'm really with the sh**s though, yeah Your big bro call me big bro p**y n***a better get low, 'cause I'm riding through your block (Through your block, through your block) I got the call, I got the drop (I got the drop, I got the drop) I got the address to your spot (To your spot, to your spot) Swear to God you getting shot (Getting shot!) n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this Boom, boom, boom! Where you from? Throw your city up I'm a bad boy, call Diddy up 'Cause we about to f** the city up Couple bands on me and a semi tucked Like Pac, I'ma hit 'em up It's a robbery n***a, give it up n***as know how I give it up Wanna find him, better dig him up n***as know where they endin' up If you play with my gang We don't play we gon' bang The AK's go bang! Talking sh** 'til we find out Y'all n***as wanna hide out Know a n***a gon' ride out First stop is your mom house It's your fault, don't cry now Prayin' sh** gon' die down But n***as know where you live If we don't we gon' find out I'm riding through your block (Through your block, through your block) I got the call, I got the drop (I got the drop, I got the drop) I got the address to your spot (To your spot, to your spot) Swear to God you getting shot (Getting shot!) n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this I'm gripped up! n***a I stay with this, n***a don't play with this Boom, boom, boom!