Free Baby Grizzley (outro) Songtext
von Tee Grizzley feat. Baby Grizzley
Free Baby Grizzley (outro) Songtext
Tha Realest
DG s- (yup)
DG s-! (Yup)
Ayy
I dropped ten (uh?), then dropped 20 (okay)
.80 in my pocket, b-, I′m gettin' real money (okay)
A ′bow for my sweater, they say I'm an ill dummy (woo)
But they know they can't call ′less they coppin′ pills from me
I'm an Exit 9 (what?), Joy Road Scud bum
Mob got indicted, but we still in the Scud, bum (Scud Zone)
And this the deep end, it ain′t no showin' love, bum (uh-uh)
And this a free ten, I had to get the plug, bum (come here)
What you know about indictments? (What?)
.80 just to have the lawyer on the case fightin′ (ayy, ayy)
Vacation to the A to get the mob reunited (woo)
Little baby in the Wraith and I ain't even got a license, righteous (skrrt-skrrt)
Hutch, let me get another pair (okay)
Hood n- all Versace′d down, blow it on a square (okay)
Ayy, I'm in another country, baby, send it through the air (okay)
Half a million what I wear, I ain't trippin′ if you lil′ h- stare
Stingray, I'm chillin′ on the hood in the hood (skrrt)
Bad b- with me strapped up, Maya Good (come here)
You ain't never seen a double-G n-, take a look (woo)
Big pistol on my lap while I′m puffin' on a ′Wood (brr, brr)
Hit the mall and lose my motherf- mind (gas)
Gucci on, Louis on at the same time (woo, woo)
A rich n- livin', I ain't talkin′ ′bout snitchin' (eat)
When I say I hit four million and drop a whole dime (eat)
You know I′m eatin' good, I play with a whole chicken (ah)
Take an L, we still good like cold chicken (we good)
You buyin′ paper plates, we eatin' off gold dishes (boom)
I f- with thoroughbreds, you runnin′ with bum n- (he what?)
Should I go on? Two chains, soon to put some more on (okay)
If I f- your baby boo, I gotta put my bro on (okay)
Throw 'em from Mexico, for that touchdown, I go long (okay)
I go so hard, you n- continue to go home (home)
Grind all winter (ah), summertime too (ah)
Top gone, GT, summertime coupe (no cap)
Dearborn Heights, I'm out here f- with a Jew (no cap)
Big blocks on, it′s a band for a shoe (no cap)
They hatin′ when I know these lil' n- wanna be me (b-)
Get your b- lewd for them, bands like Mimi (b-)
LV shirt and my belt say GG (b-)
Throw a dub at you in the club, n-, 3D (woo)
Show you how to ball, take notes when you see me (ayy)
Cut your b- off when I′m done like a TV (ayy)
Ran off on the plug twice like a repeat (ayy)
If he move wrong, get burnt like a CD (ayy)
Whole foot in cam' when them Lam′ doors push up
F- a push-up, I flex hard from the cook-up
Make his stomach bubble like a pop when he shook up
Them P's on deck, yeah, b-, I got the hook-up
You hear me? (B-)
DG s- (yup)
DG s-! (Yup)
Ayy
I dropped ten (uh?), then dropped 20 (okay)
.80 in my pocket, b-, I′m gettin' real money (okay)
A ′bow for my sweater, they say I'm an ill dummy (woo)
But they know they can't call ′less they coppin′ pills from me
I'm an Exit 9 (what?), Joy Road Scud bum
Mob got indicted, but we still in the Scud, bum (Scud Zone)
And this the deep end, it ain′t no showin' love, bum (uh-uh)
And this a free ten, I had to get the plug, bum (come here)
What you know about indictments? (What?)
.80 just to have the lawyer on the case fightin′ (ayy, ayy)
Vacation to the A to get the mob reunited (woo)
Little baby in the Wraith and I ain't even got a license, righteous (skrrt-skrrt)
Hutch, let me get another pair (okay)
Hood n- all Versace′d down, blow it on a square (okay)
Ayy, I'm in another country, baby, send it through the air (okay)
Half a million what I wear, I ain't trippin′ if you lil′ h- stare
Stingray, I'm chillin′ on the hood in the hood (skrrt)
Bad b- with me strapped up, Maya Good (come here)
You ain't never seen a double-G n-, take a look (woo)
Big pistol on my lap while I′m puffin' on a ′Wood (brr, brr)
Hit the mall and lose my motherf- mind (gas)
Gucci on, Louis on at the same time (woo, woo)
A rich n- livin', I ain't talkin′ ′bout snitchin' (eat)
When I say I hit four million and drop a whole dime (eat)
You know I′m eatin' good, I play with a whole chicken (ah)
Take an L, we still good like cold chicken (we good)
You buyin′ paper plates, we eatin' off gold dishes (boom)
I f- with thoroughbreds, you runnin′ with bum n- (he what?)
Should I go on? Two chains, soon to put some more on (okay)
If I f- your baby boo, I gotta put my bro on (okay)
Throw 'em from Mexico, for that touchdown, I go long (okay)
I go so hard, you n- continue to go home (home)
Grind all winter (ah), summertime too (ah)
Top gone, GT, summertime coupe (no cap)
Dearborn Heights, I'm out here f- with a Jew (no cap)
Big blocks on, it′s a band for a shoe (no cap)
They hatin′ when I know these lil' n- wanna be me (b-)
Get your b- lewd for them, bands like Mimi (b-)
LV shirt and my belt say GG (b-)
Throw a dub at you in the club, n-, 3D (woo)
Show you how to ball, take notes when you see me (ayy)
Cut your b- off when I′m done like a TV (ayy)
Ran off on the plug twice like a repeat (ayy)
If he move wrong, get burnt like a CD (ayy)
Whole foot in cam' when them Lam′ doors push up
F- a push-up, I flex hard from the cook-up
Make his stomach bubble like a pop when he shook up
Them P's on deck, yeah, b-, I got the hook-up
You hear me? (B-)
Writer(s): Terry Wallace, Ronald Iii Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com