Lyrics Free Baby Grizz Part 3 – Tee Grizzley
You know I ain’t playin’ n**ga
You know I ain’t playin’ n**ga, yeah
Oh yeah, I’m finna make a banger with this one
Look at my watch, look at my wrist
Not like your man, he ain’t shinin’ like this
Not like your man, he ain’t frontin’ like this
And even if he was, he know I’m a blood
If a b**ch say some opp s**t to me, I’m offin’ her
Stuck around when she saw my chain, I ain’t hoggin’ her
Make her shake some, when I eat it call it doggin’
N**gas ain’t f**kin’ with me, like they good parole officers
Oh that b**ch ain’t know I was that n**ga, n**ga her fault
Hunnid sigs in the hood, but my turf bought
Spent a bag on my sh*es, just to earth walk
‘Bout to race twin ‘cats ’til the tires burn off
Heavy weight, you ain’t gonna catch me on no light s**t
So much jewlery on, I don’t need lights b**ch
Mona Lisa, drape that b**ch in gold, p**sy priceless
Baby Grizz, five hunnid on the ice kit, b**ch
You knew I was that n**ga, n**ga beat it
Thirty ball, I need it
Know I got the cheese in
Fifty top, bottom icy mouth, like I’m teethin’
Say she with it, put it on the set, on the B’s then
Ayy, ayy, slugs in his wig
Ayy, ayy, slugs in the sig
Plug with the b**ch
Get drugged with a sig
Thuggin’ again, bloods in the mid
Ayy, ayy, thug with a sig
Ayy, ayy, drunk with the sig
Thuggin’ again, bloods in the mid
Ayy, them bloods in the mid
B**ch I’m that n**ga, n**ga
That n**ga, n**ga
I ain’t feelin’ n**gas
I get rid of n**gas
I love my villain n**gas
Pull up killin’ killers
Four hunnid for my n**ga Pilla, b**ch I been a hitter
I’m heavy hearted, I can’t let these b**ches play with me
I’m uppin’ it, there ain’t really s**t you can say to me
Just bought a Benz, just to get that boy to A to B
Lil’ baby fell to her knees, told her pray to me
Hit the Bentley dealership, told ’em, Takin’ me
I can show you how to double up, bake and key
This lil’ s**t these n**gas talkin’ really make believe
Just hit a bad b**ch, she modelin’ for Maybelline
Back like I never left the streets
Pushin’ Maybach with my name on the seats
Still in the field, Grizz gang on my cleats
All the competition bold, or ain’t even in my reach
All my fourty n**gas hold in down, huh
Ery’ thing five hunnid ’til they drown, huh
H*es like, You came home to a pile, huh
You think I don’t know that’s why you stayed around, huh
Ayy, I used to call h*es like, Baby send me some flicks
Now I’m on my money phone talkin’ to a tick
Now it’s double F, double G’s on my fit
Now it’s double uh, shoots, Scottie how’d he pimp
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah, thugs in the mid
Ayy, ayy, plugged with a sig
Drug with the b**ch
Plugged with the sig
Thuggin’ again, bloods in the mid
Ayy, ayy, thuggin’ again
Ayy, ayy, bloods in the mid
Pluggin’ again
Drugged with a sig
Thuggin’ again
Them bloods in the mid…
➤ Written by Tee Grizzley & Chopsquad DJ
Album: Chapters Of The Trenches
Produced by Chopsquad DJ
Tee Grizzley | 2022
