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Gave That Back
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Tee Grizzley
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Ah Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) I ain't goin' back and forth with n***as 'less it's on the track Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap (Grrah) 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 (Ayy) My n***a Tee the sergeant (Ayy), neighborhood locksmith (Ayy) Uberin' with Ks, five stars, get a top lift If I gotta stand tall (What?), I'ma drop sh*t Westside, thirty on the Wesson, call it Glocksmith (Boom) We come from that cloth that they don't make no more (They don't) Text your b*t*h like, "Pop out," she text back you made her stay at home (This ho-ass) Baby Grizz and Mama Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (They here) Ridin' in that SRT Demon, but them angels close, I ain't alone Say the clip full, brodie (Rrah), we gon' spray that, though Opps know ain't sh*t they can do, they ain't gon' save that, though (That's it) Eat me in a Rolls-Royce, I just might make a ho Told that lil' b*t*h to bring her friends, I don't date alone Ayy, you strapped when your n***as with you (What?), I got that Drac alone Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don't play that song (Sure did) All my n***as up in bank, imagine what I make alone Come and drop a n***a whole village, this sh*t Game of Thrones (Grrah) Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles Drums in this b*t*h, 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***a Blaze on Asked bro before I got locked, I was twenty up (No cap, n***a) Ayy, now it's eight hunnid and twenty plus All shops, thirty pokin', givin' twenty up Go get me a water, b*t*h, I'm rollin' like a 20 Blood (Ayy) At the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your ho up here (Come here) On the jet I'm wearin' red like stop, but she gon' go up here (She goin') All my shooters smart, but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (What?) Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz) Damn, I wish you was here to see this sh*t we did, pops (R.I.P.) I don't wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (Ayy, bro, pull up) You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (Ten toes) And my pistols like Snoop, six-four, switches on them Glocks (Brr) I ain't goin' back and forth with n***as '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
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