The Czar - Frat House lyrics

[Verse 1: Czar] Yo, watch yo back b**h cause When you grow up how I do Motivation ain't an issue Now when you grow up like I do You always wanna bang them pistols I k** or be k**ed that's just how it is That's probably daddy's thoughts right before he ran off on his kids Never had a role model baby guess what I did I drop them gonads that early just so I can handle my biz And I never had it easy always had to go and get it Like these fashion a** n***as always tryna say they fitted Always hearing it down but they never really with it Only listen to my sk**s guess you could call it a snippet Cuz I f**in' flippin' man I'm always moving weight To leave you to function with us and don't hesitate Sorry it's just the mothafukin' G-R-U-V and if you leave yo girl around we'll have a twisted off the U.V So go ahead and we gon' sip some more bottles You can tell if I f** just by the way that she waddles Got her cookin' some waffles with some price up in this place Me and my n***as will have it turn into a f**in' gruv estate Saying welcome welcome we got just what you need But everything cost somethin' nothin' comes free Uh, it's just the G-R-U-V It's just the, it's just the G-R-U-V [Verse 2: Lil T] It's me and D-Webb bout to spaz out Pullin' straight flexin with the racks out Nobody catchin' cases bout to smack out GRUV team in a Camaro straight blacked out I'm mixed up f** n***as quit sleepin' Pullin' up to the scene straight steezin' Off the dome first dollar straight reekin' My ol' b**h see me flexin' now she creepin' Got some shooters won't miss like a free throw Free Rich, free Nick them my migos New b**hes, new steez, n***a same bros Took his hoe introduce her to the bang bros Nobody gave me sh** boy I'm self made I bet you she drop them panties if you well paid You better watch your hoe she on my check list Might tell her come through and watch some Netflix [Verse 3: Jay Walk] Bet you didn't know there was a third n***a Young n***a had to hop up on the verse n***a All my n***as shooters Larry Bird n***a Awps on the corner don't get murk with em Smokin' on that pack and keep my head up You worried about the b**hes get yo bread up I'm goin' in I can't even let up Hollows in the semi get you lit up n***as sneak dissin' man I'm fed up I'm thinking about the top I'm tryna' get up We still some young n***as so don't sweat us Gettin' to the green ain't no lettuce