Dusty Locane - Grabba (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] (This grip it gon' This grip it gon') (Draco) Ron Suno, ni**as know the fu*kin vibes (Punch like grabba ni**as ain't never on nada) Gang (I need them) Okay, Kino, I see you (Bucks like grabba This grip it gon' Punch like grabba ni**as ain't never on nada I need them Bucks like gr— Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the—, yes I'ma go hop out the f— I'ma go hop out and Yes) (Boom) [Chorus] This grip it gon' Punch like grabba ni**as ain't never on nada I need them Bucks like Giannis Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and (Yes) I'ma go hop out and Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a strap, strap (Nah) So how can I lack, lack, lack? Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a st— (Yеs) So how can I—? (Gang) [Verse 1 ron suno ] They call me Big Suno, nevеr lack I keep a grippy stuffed up in a sack I got this .45 up in the bag Please do not post the live of where you at ni**as gon' hate and talk, but never mind it If I see oppers, tell that b*tch to light 'em I cannot fu*k if shorty not exotic She got a man and said, "Let's get me naughty" I'm gettin' heavy money than my teachers I sip on henny, I don't do the liters Told her to rate me on a scale from 1 through 10, goddamn, I nearly broke the meter I got a bad b*tch named Aaliyah She give me top, I'm taking off her sneakers Oh, that's your friend? Come and she can join too, like, fu*k it, we gon' have a threesome I'm in a big body not a beamer I'm in my prime, like 'Bron playin' Cleveland Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it She wanna bump my music, but don't leak it I feel like Trey Songz with the steadies Oh that's your wife? I'm grabbing on her wetty I might just hit and pass her to the lefty She said she love me, I don't let her text me [Chorus] This grip it gon' Punch like grabba ni**as ain't never on nada I need them Bucks like Giannis Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and (Yes) I'ma go hop out and Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a strap, strap (Nah) So how can I lack, lack, lack? Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a st— (Yes) So how can I—? (Gang) [verse 2 Dusty Locane] (cough cough) Look Spliffy gon eat now fu*k the greaze You a treesh get up on your knee's After this nut Told her to cut Give a fu*k where you go But you gotta leave I ain't have sh*t pockets was slim Now my suvy's come from overseas Run around two step then he bleed Then i send him back overseas My rolie go click clack let me have it Mac empty we aim at his 6 clack All my homie's they know how to get back You ain't solid break him like a kit kat Yo suno? He tried to fight back call dudo Fly to the m's with a few hoes Lamb chop urus fu*k the two doors [Chorus] This grip it gon' Punch like grabba ni**as ain't never on nada I need them Bucks like Giannis Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and (Yes) I'ma go hop out and Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a strap, strap (Nah) So how can I lack, lack, lack? Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a st— (Yes) So how can I—? (Gang)