Letra de The Lox! - GRIP

(Feat. Tate228)

Watch 'em blossom, I rose from the dirt with holes in my shirt, uh

Same Glock 40 I've been totin' since birth

Know what you're worth before you sell your soul for a dollar

And them chips is not yours, I need the whole enchilada

I done went toe to toe, blow for blow with the squabblers

Mode since a toddler, stole from the store with my partners

And rode in Impalas with the scammers and the robbers

Big banana in the blammer sure to handle any problems

I'm clutchin' my shit at any sign of funny business

I got this toolie to maneuver through the monkey wrenches

You can assume my mama been knew that her son's a menace

At age two, all I wanted was a gun for Christmas

Run the slums with misfits, jumpin' fences, niggas dumpin' biscuits

With the numbers missin', bullets hummin', whistlin', oh, here comes forensics

Police hunt for witness, and ain't hear nothin' but crickets

Gotta have tunnel vision, this jungle's vicious

I want The LOX (Want The LOX)

Money, power, respect

Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)

Niggas think they next

I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)

Sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don't box

Keep a pole for the opps

I want The LOX (Want The LOX)

Money, power, respect

Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)

Niggas think they next

I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)

Sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don't box

Keep a pole for the opps

Nigga, we was in 'partments, back-a-flippin' on pissy mattresses

Now I be havin' it (Havin' it)

Wreakin' havoc on any nigga actin' like it's some static

Don't care what your status is (Status)

Statistician, I'm good with them numbers

But I ain't addin' up no hooks or no jumpers

Or triple-doubles, niggas trippin', I'm doublin', triplin' dubs

And fifties and hunnids, huh

Ándale (Ándale), vámonos (vámonos)

I ain't tryna fight, Napoleon Dynamite (Uh)

Bitch, you know that the llama close

Got too much goin' on to respond to posts from these Twitter thugs

On the 'net, you like 2Pac on "Hit 'Em Up"

When you see me, it's, "GRIP, oh shit, it's love

Can my girlfriend get a hug?" (Can my girlfriend get a hug?)

I done seen niggas switch the demeanor and pick up the nina

And flick up in Bimmers to fit in (Huh?)

But your last album, it was Kumbaya, my Lord (Kumbaya, my Lord)

Who is you kiddin'?

Get this shit how you livin'

I ain't never worried 'bout another nigga pockets (Uh-huh)

GRIPPER had to go and get this shit poppin'

Really wasn't no other options, I want the, I want the

I want The LOX (Want The LOX)

Money, power, respect

Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)

Niggas think they next

I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)

Sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don't box

Keep a pole for the opps

I want The LOX (Want The LOX)

Money, power, respect

Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)

Niggas think they next

I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)

Sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don't box

Keep a pole for the opps

Ayy, bitch, we came from the bottom, got bathed in the struggle

But my troubles turned to accomplishments

Hear the talks on the 'net, but some shots at they neck'll

Make hatin' shit turn into compliments (Woah)

Think I'm playin', you gamble? Ayy, bet on your life

Fuck it, double down twice and come try again (Come on)

Let me know if it's beef when we meet in the crease of these seats (Huh?)

I keep condiments

How you go from havin' scholarship

To claimin' big slime? You better stop that shit (Ha, ha, stop)

You got a strap in your hand, but I see in your face

That you too scared to pop a zit (Pshh)

Boy, y'all be ass backwards, how your pants saggin'

With no guap, just some pocket lint? (Y'all, run it up)

You know I been runnin' it up with these pads in the front

Boy, I think I can stop a blitz (Ha, ha)

Get off your ass and get active, quit actin' (Ha, ha)

I get that mail and rip it out that package (Ha, ha)

Money, power and respect wrapped in plastic (Ha, ha)

Once it scaled, I make it do gymnastics (Yeah, alright)

Somersaultin', got it flippin' through traffic

I sold three bros out the door, that's a hat trick

Counted me out, but I still made it happen

Tell them labels cut a check, we can half it

Nigga, 'cause—

I want The LOX (Want The LOX)

Money, power, respect

Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)

Niggas think they next

I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)

Sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don't box

Keep a pole for the opps

I want The LOX (Want The LOX)

Money, power, respect

Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)

Niggas think they next

I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)

Sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don't box

Keep a pole for the opps

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