Tee Grizzley ft. Baby Grizzley – Gave That Back Lyrics | Video

Lyrics Gave That Back – Tee Grizzley feat. Baby Grizzley

I ain’t goin’ back and forth with n**gas ‘less it’s on the track
Me and broski twinnin’, winnin’, rappin’, still’ll twist your cap
Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

My n**ga Tee the sergeant, neighborhood locksmith
Uberin’ with Ks, five stars, get a top lift
If I gotta stand tall, I’ma drop s**t
Westside, thirty on the Wesson, call it Glocksmith

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We come from that cloth that they don’t make no more
Text your b**ch like, Pop out, she text back you made her stay at home
Baby Grizz and Mama Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home
Ridin’ in that SRT Demon, but them angels close, I ain’t alone

Say the clip full, brodie, we gon’ spray that, though
Opps know ain’t s**t they can do, they ain’t gon’ save that, though
Eat me in a Rolls-Royce, I just might make a ho
Told that lil’ b**ch to bring her friends, I don’t date alone

Ayy, you strapped when your n**gas with you, I got that Drac alone
Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don’t play that song
All my n**gas up in bank, imagine what I make alone
Come and drop a n**ga whole village, this s**t Game of Thrones

Pull up in them Lamb’ trucks trippin’, got like eight poles
Drums in this b**ch, full crowd, it’s a Drac show
Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on
Let my O.G. out, can’t wait to put my n**ga Blaze on
Asked bro before I got locked, I was twenty up
Ayy, now it’s eight hunnid and twenty plus
All shops, thirty pokin’, givin’ twenty up
Go get me a water, b**ch, I’m rollin’ like a 20 Blood

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At the Waldorf eatin’ on the roof, I bring your ho up here
On the jet I’m wearin’ red like stop, but she gon’ go up here
All my shooters smart, but if you play, they gon’ act slow up here
Call my label up like, Bring that bag and baby bro in there
Damn, I wish you was here to see this s**t we did, pops
I don’t wanna drive the Lamb’ today, bring me that Benz block
You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock
And my pistols like Snoop, six-four, switches on them Glocks

I ain’t goin’ back and forth with n**gas ‘less it’s on the track
Me and broski twinnin’, winnin’, rappin’, still’ll twist your cap
Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

DJ on the beat so it’s a banger…

➤ Written by Baby Grizzley & Tee Grizzley
Produced by Chopsquad DJ
Tee Grizzley | Baby Grizzley | 2021

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