Grant Hill

Lyrics
[Intro] Mmm Free Rio, nigga, KrispyLife Alright [Verse] Get you whacked for the low, I used a coupon Have a Chinaman kill you, he slidin' for Su Yung I been runnin' up some dog shit with no shoes on Get so much pape', they think I bought a group home Fuck around, make two hundred large off of merchandise Shoot a nigga with a balled fist, I'll hurt the fight Jeans a rack and some change, and I bought a shirt to fight I'm horny, tryna fuck, baby, I'm off Percs tonight Take the dick, baby, chill, just stop movin' Most these niggas get a lil' fame and stop movin' Please don't fuck my mood up, I'm too groovy Still comin' with my G-Lock to rap so it's no confusion Fuck your favorite rapper up with all hands Niggas can't fuck with me with all bands Pull up lookin' like shottas, niggas with all dreads She thought I was gon' fuck, she gave all head Mr. Clean kids in this bitch, hе got bald-heads Got dog scared to go to work, he gotta call in Brеak dog's shit with a combo, he got a small chin Was tryna kill him, but feel bad, I was hittin' all kids Damn, that's what happen slidin' in daylight Hittin' dog with all steel like we in a cage fight Pullin' up to wherever he booked, now he got stage fright Get into it with me and I'm slidin' the same night Lean cups with light ice, them essentials It look like a plain one, but my hoodie say Essentials My nigga fuckin' with the dog, he got some kennels Turned two hundred to two thousand, meet me in the middle Widebody SRT, this a 392 Clip chunky on the bottom, this three-by-two He dissed me in the afternoon and died by two Walk you down, use a bike, or do a drive-by too With this 30, I'm like Grant Hill from the Pistons Most these niggas tryna sound like me, they my children Out in Beecher, I just caught a play on Hibiscus I need my croissants, muffins, and all my biscuits Huh, yeah, I'm a bread lover Sometimes, I do want the pussy, but I'm a head lover My nigga could've went pro, now he got a fed jumper Nigga ain't seen a 'spital, but now he got a bed comin' [Outro] Bitch KrispyLife, nigga K-R-I-S-P-Y-L-I-F-E It's with a K, dumbass
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Credits
- Writers
- KrispyLife Kidd