Letra de SS - GRIP

Part I

Everywhere I go I keep the heat tucked

Probably in a '96 Impala and the seat's plush

Fuck around and double down on you cheap fucks

They sayin', "GRIPPER drops the shit that fucks the streets up"

Two fingers in the air, but ain't no peace up (Ain't no peace up)

Every nigga round me packin' like the lease up

That's just how we move

Set up shop and show these younger niggas how to boom

Yeah, way before I ever was the best nigga out

I was crashin' with homies (Crashin' with homies)

Niggas slept on the couch (Slept on the couch)

Was catchin' plays, North, East, West, and the South

Yeah, shoebox money, I ain't had no checking account (Checking account)

Mama out there slavin' for a lesser amount (Lesser amount)

Now I take care of whatever she be stressin' about

Had to boss up, want yo' first win? Put the work in

Niggas lurkin', if you scared, go to church then (Uh)

Freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (Yeah, yeah, lap)

Simmer down, my nigga, your pen is all cap (Yeah, yeah, cap)

Never stress a problem, I sleep with my strap (Yeah, yeah, strap)

Please don't take a nap 'cause snoozers get clapped (Ah, ah)

Freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (Yeah, yeah, lap)

Simmer down, my nigga, your pen is all cap (Yeah, yeah, cap)

Never stress a problem, I sleep with my strap (Yeah, yeah, strap)

Please don't take a nap 'cause snoozers get clapped (Ah, ah)

Part II

Yeah, uh, yeah

Cut a bitch up like sensei

Wife that give a fuck what my friends say

Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte

Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J

Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K

Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte

Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh

Keep a mop like a janitor

And if not, thirty shots from the Glocky will handle ya

Your whole posse's some amateurs

I got niggas that can't even get into Canada

Who the fuck is a fan of bro?

I'll spit at his mom and her son, word to Pamela

Get to Kevin Durant-in ya

Easy money, who say they can guard the boy?

He's a dummy, if you gon' keep one thing, keep some money

If you gon' keep two things, add a blicky

Shoot it out if situations that sticky

I ain't stoppin' 'til that motherfucker empty

Nigga actin', someone give him a Emmy

Give him a Oscar, he an imposter

Give this shit to you straight, check the posture

I got too many hoes on my roster, yeah

Cut a bitch up like sensei

Wife that give a fuck what my friends say

Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte

Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J

Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K

Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte

Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh

Cut a bitch up like sensei

Wife that give a fuck what my friends say

Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte

Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J

Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K

Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte

Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh

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