Tee Grizzley – Sweet Thangs | Lyrics Video

Lyrics “Sweet Thangs” – Tee Grizzley

Ayy, on some real s**t
I’ll take everything from these f**k n**gas
All that n**ga, run all that s**t, n**ga
Call whoever, we with all that, n**ga

Ayy, somebody tryin’ to sell a gun, I say let me buy it
Took a extra gun with me ’cause I’m finna rob him
He took the bullets out, gave it to me, I upped on him
He said, Damn, I said, n**ga, get the f**k on

This one n**ga, I barely knew I hit a lick with him
Sold everythin’ and I ain’t split s**t with him
If I don’t know you, I’ma hold you, suck it up, ’cause I’ll smoke you
Now act like you want some beef and I’ll show you, n**ga

N**ga tryna sell pound I ain’t never heard of dawg
Told him bring it to the car, got it and skirted off
He f**ked up when he started talking that murder talk
Don’t know what happened
But I heard somebody murked him off
Big ice, shootin’ craps with my wrist bright
If I lose too much money, I’ma switch dice
B**ch, I’m worse than the casino with these trick dice
Win a hundred K and they be like, I quit, guys
Did everything I heard, that’s why I can’t be got
You think I can be got
You think, you can’t be shot
Hit a n**ga older sister and get the top
Then get mad when he ask
Like, why would I do that, my guy look

If you ain’t with the squad, then you’re free game
I’m done giving’ passes to these sweet thangs
Catch you comin’ out the jeweler, get a free chain
Make you buy this b**ch back for double what you paid
If you ain’t with the gang, then it’s open season
You don’t love us, we don’t love you either
Give me everything, I swear to god, I need it
Run your pockets, in return, you can keep breathing
H*es get it too, they don’t get left out
Told her I’ma spend the night, hit her then crept out
Before I dip, go in her purse, take a stack out
Get her iPhone charger and then I bail out

Local rapper I don’t f**k with, let me hear it
Tax a n**ga for a feature, then don’t clear it
Book a session, let my hood n**gas engineer it
When I leave, pull that truck up, take they equipment
Ay, I be robbing, I be lootin’, I be stealin’
Anybody that ain’t with us a potential victim
He wanna buy his watch back, tell him bring us 50
When he pull up, take the money, rob wh*ever with him

B**ch, if you ain’t with the squad, then you’re free game
I’m done giving’ passes to these sweet thangs
Catch you comin’ out the jeweller, get a free chain
Make you buy this b**ch back for double what you paid, n**ga
If you ain’t with the gang, then it’s open season
You don’t love us, we don’t love you either
Give me everything, I swear to god, I need it
Run your pockets, in return, you can keep breathing

B**ch, free them killers and them jackboys
Yeah, big guns and we whack boys
B**ch, free them killers and them jackboys
N**ga, big gun, I’ll whack boy…

➤ Written by Tee Grizzley
Album: Scriptures
Produced by Timbaland
Tee Grizzley | 2019

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