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Lyrics

[Intro: Baby Grizzley] Yeah (The AK) Okay, turn it up I say (Keep it moving) [Verse 1: Baby Grizzley] Bitch, I'm eighty-deuce, but I fuck with the villains Pull up in the 'Sanne, told the dealer keep the ceiling White buffs, told the jeweler, "Bust down my trimming" Nigga shot me, I ate before I was done healing I ain't trippin' on no bitch, boy, my shoes ain't got strings in 'em (What?) Two hundred thou' on your set, let the green get 'em Four fifty clip, four MACs, I need beams with 'em Ayy, and I was sneakin' in the stink with 'em If you ain't with the gang-gang, stay from 'round niggas You can't leave the crib like you grounded, we ground niggas Ayy, I was raised around murder, still around killers Me and Ronny Blaze players bros when we drown niggas Ice man, it's a hundred on my neck Tell your bitch, "Let me tongue kiss that pussy on the jet" If I ain't bangin', I'm bangin', I put that on the set (On gang) Take a picture with a fifty roll showin' the Patek [Chorus: Baby Grizzley] Niggas know who really got that shit, rock that shit Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch Drippin' hard, I ain't know I had the opps that sick [Verse 2: Baby Grizzley] Look, a hundred in my jacket, bitch, I mean profit Trippin' out and found another thirty in my pocket Fuck going broke, not an option if I'm honest Real hundreds, I go brazy for the bucks like I'm Giannis I feel like niggas ain't fuckin' with me, you on the net with it I got a couple M's, jumpin' on the jet with it I love that real right, but I'm on the left with it Louis, drop six on the sweater like I'm set trippin' Flag on the left, but it's red like a puddle of blood My G good when I huddle with Bloods Since the first day I met my nigga Cut, it was love Free my nigga Gutter Ray Warren up to the stud I say it's Grizzley Gang, a hundred and fifty chains Clip with a fifty things, that talking'll get him flamed These niggas leavin' the hood 'cause they ain't tryna get banged It's murder after you mention my name [Chorus: Baby Grizzley] Niggas know who really got that shit, rock that shit Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch Drippin' hard, I ain't know I had the opps that sick, yeah [Outro: Baby Grizzley] Yeah Alright, let me hear that bitch Let me hear that bitch, let me hear that bitch