Tee Grizzley ft. YNW Melly, A Boogie W.D.H. – Young Grizzley World

Lyrics “Young Grizzley World” by Tee Grizzley feat. YNW Melly, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Yea-yea, no, no, no..
Nowadays, n**gas change on the gang
Switch lanes, then come in and try to hang with us
N**ga ain’t really with that s**t
On that snake s**t, fake ass n**ga, that ain’t what’s up
P**sy n**ga, that ain’t what’s up, oh no oh

Nowadays, n**gas change for the fame
N**gas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
He was just rich two years ago
Now the n**ga in the middle of the road on angel dust
We ain’t had s**t, we was on our d**k
And them h*es ain’t even really wanna hang with us
N**gas switch on some snake s**t, fake s**t
Hell nah, p**sy ass n**ga, that ain’t what’s up

N**ga f**kin’ with the crew, say he really with the s**t
Hell nah, we a clique full of murderers
Don’t trust my n**ga, my n**gas really creep
They slime, and they will murder ya
N**ga sayin’ that he body bagging, toe-tagging s**t, f**k n**ga
But we ain’t ever heard of ya
You can keep all the stories to yourself, f**k n**ga
You ain’t on that s**t, we never heard of ya

P**sy jit, we ain’t heard of ya
F**k n**ga, we ain’t heard of ya
F**k n**ga, we ain’t heard of ya
Clique full of murderers
F**k n**ga, we ain’t heard of ya

I got a new b**ch for the summer
They wait for the bus and they throw me right under
My watch and baguettes, I don’t know what’s exactly the price
But it cost me way over a hundred
Bro had the drink, I had thought it was soda
I sipped it and felt like I was in a coma
I’m covered in water, I need me a floater
She suckin’ my d**k and I don’t even know her

All my guys right
You fight, I fight
I’m fly, you’re fly
My guys, my guys
My guys, fight if I fight
Kill, stab, die, die
I try too many times
I cry too many times

N**ga watch who you play with
Before I catch a premeditated
Got a lot of n**gas dead and I still see they faces
I’m a rap star, I could’ve been a mental patient
Hit you with the bag, you still ain’t paid me
You must want a n**ga come and do you like a stranger
I ain’t even trippin’, money older than a pager
N**gas see you shine and forget you really dangerous
They won’t let you help ’em
They gon’ make you nail ’em
My n**ga got life, he call every day
I don’t know what to tell him
We gon’ get more time than murder
They catch us with this s**t we sellin’
Y’all went from high school to college
We went from babies to felons, n**ga
I done really survived everything these streets offered
I been through the mud, almost gave up
I done really survived everything these streets offered
I been caged up, I done dodged them slugs

I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour
I got a nine hour flight
I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour
I got a nine hour flight
Load up the K, load up the carbon
This s**t is off the dome
D caught a body, Trell caught a body
My n**gas ain’t comin’ home
I know that Lil Trell comin’ home
But they give Lil D fifty years
His mama keep cryin’ them tears
His mama keep cryin’ them tears
It’s a Draco in the back of the car
And the police here behind you
Better do what you do, better run, or skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Boy, you better run
Lil’ Melly comin’ for ya
And he strapped up with the gun

An anaconda in your circle, and you don’t even know
They tryna snake ya, take your money, but they claim they your bro
And where was she when a young n**ga was so damn broke
And where was she when a n**ga ain’t have no hope Huh
Dirty mattress
Man, these p**sy n**gas actin’
Ho, hell nah, ain’t no lackin’
Big B’s, double-oh-twenty, baby, what’s brackin’
F**k boy get actin’
Pick him up like some motherf**kin’ laundry
N**ga play, hell nah, Armanis
These h*es gon’ f**k up our lease
Balenciagas, Saint Laurents
This b**ch wanna f**k, she rollin’ my blunts
I don’t even smoke, you like to toke
We totin’ the tommy gun, got free smoke for anyone

Nowadays, n**gas change for the fame
N**gas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
He was just rich two years ago
Now the n**ga in the middle of the road on angel dust
We ain’t had s**t, we was on our d**k
And them h*es ain’t even really wanna hang with us
N**gas switch on some snake s**t, fake s**t
Hell nah, p**sy ass n**ga, that ain’t what’s up

N**ga f**kin’ with the crew, say he really with the s**t
Hell nah, we a clique full of murderers
Don’t trust my n**ga, my n**gas really creep
They slime, and they will murder ya
N**ga sayin’ that he body bagging, toe-tagging s**t, f**k n**ga
But we ain’t ever heard of ya
You can keep all the stories to yourself, f**k n**ga
You ain’t on that s**t, we never heard of ya

P**sy jit, we ain’t heard of ya
F**k n**ga, we ain’t heard of ya
F**k n**ga, we ain’t heard of ya
Clique full of murderers
F**k n**ga, we ain’t heard of ya…

➤ Written by Tee Grizzley, YNW Melly, A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Album: Scriptures
Produced by ChopsquadDJ
Tee Grizzley | A Boogie wit da Hoodie | YNW Melly | 2019

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