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Part I [Verse: GRIP & TU!] Everywhere I go I keep the heat tucked Probably in a '96 Impala and the seat's plush Fuck around and double down on you cheap fucks They sayin', "GRIPPER drops the shit that fucks the streets up" Two fingers in the air, but ain't no peace up (Ain't no peace up) Every nigga round me packin' like the lease up That's just how we move Set up shop and show these younger niggas how to boom Yeah, way before I ever was the best nigga out I was crashin' with homies (Crashin' with homies) Niggas slept on the couch (Slept on the couch) Was catchin' plays, North, East, West, and the South Yeah, shoebox money, I ain't had no checking account (Checking account) Mama out there slavin' for a lesser amount (Lesser amount) Now I take care of whatever she be stressin' about Had to boss up, want yo' first win? Put the work in Niggas lurkin', if you scared, go to church then (Uh) [Chorus: TU!] Freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (Yeah, yeah, lap) Simmer down, my nigga, your pen is all cap (Yeah, yeah, cap) Never stress a problem, I sleep with my strap (Yeah, yeah, strap) Please don't take a nap 'cause snoozers get clapped (Ah, ah) Freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (Yeah, yeah, lap) Simmer down, my nigga, your pen is all cap (Yeah, yeah, cap) Never stress a problem, I sleep with my strap (Yeah, yeah, strap) Please don't take a nap 'cause snoozers get clapped (Ah, ah) Part II [Intro: GRIP] Yeah, uh, yeah [Chorus: GRIP] Cut a bitch up like sensei Wife that give a fuck what my friends say Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh [Verse: GRIP] Keep a mop like a janitor And if not, thirty shots from the Glocky will handle ya Your whole posse's some amateurs I got niggas that can't even get into Canada Who the fuck is a fan of bro? I'll spit at his mom and her son, word to Pamela Get to Kevin Durant-in ya Easy money, who say they can guard the boy? He's a dummy, if you gon' keep one thing, keep some money If you gon' keep two things, add a blicky Shoot it out if situations that sticky I ain't stoppin' 'til that motherfucker empty Nigga actin', someone give him a Emmy Give him a Oscar, he an imposter Give this shit to you straight, check the posture I got too many hoes on my roster, yeah [Chorus: GRIP] Cut a bitch up like sensei Wife that give a fuck what my friends say Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh Cut a bitch up like sensei Wife that give a fuck what my friends say Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh