gritz

Lyrics

[Intro] Damn trgc made that [Verse 1] Dropping these racks, yeah (Dropping these racks) Dropping these racks on his head, yeah I'm fucking his bitch, yeah (I'm fucking this bitch) Yeah, I'm fucking his bitch now he sick (Now he sick, sick) Yeah, I got me that bag (I got me that bag) Yeah, I spent my first check on that rick (Rick) Yeah, we don't do no-ones (We don't do no-ones) Yeah, and we jumping you, taking your shit (Shit) I don't give a fuck about shit, yeah (I don't give a fuck about shit) Prada bag cost your rent, these niggas just pretend, yeah Me and my twin we gon' win, we on your block committing them sins I trade them off, I don't want no friends [Verse 2] Yeah, I'm going up too much (I'm going up too much) Yeah, I'm cutting you off you doing way too much Yeah, niggas be lying, they ain't do nothing too us Yeah, you getting racks, ok that make two of us I'm fucking this hoe in the back of a tour bus (tour bus) Fuckin' this hoe (bringing these hoes) and She got a man (she got a man) My nigga killed him but that wasn't the plan Cut that hoe off cause she was a fan These bitches boring, they be boring and bland Chips, I just wanna count up the chips You can get baked like sum gritz I had a pack it got flipped Nigga just stick to the script I think this hoe need a lift After I hit, I'ma dip (I'ma dip, I'ma dip, I'ma dip)