Tee Grizzley - Gave That Back lyrics

Published

0 547 0

Tee Grizzley - Gave That Back lyrics

[Tee Grizzley:] Ah Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah DJ on the beat so it's a banger I ain't goin' back and forth with ni**as 'less it's on the track Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap (Grrah) Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back [Baby Grizzley:] Ayy, my ni**a Tee the sergeant (Ayy), neighborhood locksmith (Ayy) Uber in whip caves, five stars, get a top lift If I gotta stand tall, I'ma drop sh*t Westside, thirty on the Weston, call it Glocksmith (Boom) [Tee Grizzley:] We come from that cloth that they don't make no more (They don't) Text your b*tch like, "Pop out," she text back, you made her stay at home (This ho ass) Baby Grizz and Momma Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (They here) Ridin' in that SRT Demon but them angels close, I ain't alone [Baby Grizzley:] Say the clip full, brodie (Rrah), we gon' spray that doe Opp know ain't sh*t they can do, they ain't gon' save that doe (That's it) Eat me in a Rolls-Royce, I just might make a ho Told that lil' b*tch to bring her friends, I don't date alone [Tee Grizzley:] Ayy, you strapped when your ni**as with you? (What?) I got that Drac alone Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don't play that song All my ni**as up in bank, imagine what I make alone Come and drop a ni**a whole village, this sh*t Game of Thrones [Baby Grizzley:] Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles Drums in this b*tch, full crowd, it's a Drac show Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on Let my O.G. out, can't wait to put my ni**a Blaze on Asked bro before I got locked, I was twenty up (No cap, ni**a) Ayy, now it's eight hunnid and twenty plus All shops, thirty pokin', givin' twenty up Go get me a water, b*tch I'm rollin' like a twenty bud [Tee Grizzley:] Ayy, at the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your ho up here (Come here) On the jet I'm wearin', red lights stop but she gon' go up here (She goin') All my shooters smart but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (What?) Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz) Damn, I wish you was here to see this sh*t we did, pops (R.I.P.) I don't wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (Ayy yo, pull up) You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (Ten toes) And my pistols like Snoop, six-four, switches on them Glocks (Brr) I ain't goin' back and forth with ni**as 'less it's on the track Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back DJ on the beat so it's a banger

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.