Hit Skrewface - Grippin Grain lyrics
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Feat. Freddie Gibbs, G-Wiz & G.I. Fleezy
God damn
God damn
I think it's been a minute
Since I killed a motherfucker
But I feel it, motherfucker
'Cause everyday I look up in the mirror
And say 'Freddie you the realest motherfucker
He said if we can get the case
Niga don’t dry
Cause they dont wanna see a nigga so high
I really a nigga is gonna hit me But the shit never hit me
Cause I am a G
I got you motherfuckers wandering
And I vomitate
Like I gave no shit in a second
My niggaz can’t wait
And if I don’t get to the motherfucking music
I’ll show up with a shooting hoe
I’m a dealer so I get paid
Get down nigga when I pull it
Damn
I think it's been a minute
Since I killed a motherfucker
But I feel it, motherfucker
'Cause everyday I look up in the mirror
And say 'Freddie you the realest motherfucker
I’m coming with choppers
And I’m leaking
And you feeling in the casquettes
I’m so fuckin’ lonely
I had to get mine on it
Got a scheme on the dope
I could
And they will see the law
My nigga got a look
We’re rollin’
I’ll be in the hood
So you got me bread
You got a pretty face
But a fucked up energy
Tryin’ to get the damn dope keepin’ on me
I ain’t sleeping with the motherfucking enemy
Hit the bitch with the face down
I hear it flippin’
We knock off the block
And Cadillac strippin’ and switchin’
The lasers swervin’
And nobody nervous
Bitch we go where we wanna
Nigga got issues and pistols
Nigga got issues and pistols
We drinkin’
We smokin’
We chop down the business
You heard and you’re believing this is the reason
You’ re in
Got you bleeding
And I breathe in
My seat gets life
Nigga I don’t think twice
Heard the city crises
I think we’re lost
I got to hold on the bitch
I got to bust the shit
Even the niggaz will have to scream for their lives
And it won’t be right
What typeof nigga get mad?
Cause my truth is that you shine only
You say you’re gonna kill it
But really, you’re phony
The choppers come bustin’
Nobody gonna be here
What did you see?
The choppers come bustin’
Nobody gonna be here
But what did you see?
You know I roll with these gangsters and hustlers
And killers, motherfucker god damn
Don’t make me come find you
It ain’t nobody missing
When it comes to murder, no competition
I run on the opposition with the choppers spittin’
Bitch and I never wait a white flag
Strapped up on a block with white bags
Tryin’ to catch a nigga dirty
But that’s that
And you will never find the evidence
OG in the game
I will let him in
And it ain’t nobody better than can compete him
God damn
I told you these are gangsters
My boys are sweeter than cookies
I told you these niggaz ain’t hard
The niggaz be wanting the pussy
God damn
