Styles P

Styles P - Gripping Over Here lyrics

rate me

Probably bagging up at the motivate

Old hoofty, but we just put the motivate

This the whip that niggas is yelling...away

Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant

Bullet bout as big as a can they put the soda in

End up in the truck of a car they got an odor in

I don’t sip the liquor I take the go

Fucking with a nigga that’s strong enough to face the whole

44 long and Shawty was all wrong

Thought he was ducked out, now his face is all gone

I don’t care about your fam I make them all moan

And with biggie and sean constantly taking broads home

On the phone with the cheddar, crystyle bitches and ace holes

It’s money in my name like maced all

Body broad day light, no pace though

Fuck the funny money niggas I get straight dough

[Hook] x 2

Niggas talking like they got something for me

Nigga you and what army, dog

Niggas gripping over here

Hit with 100 then I blow it in the air

Got a line on some dope on this bitch name Tanny

Tammy from Miami round all the nose candy

Bronze tan on her like I’m walking with the Grammy

Ex nigga pop the flop and turn semi

I ain’t for the bull, sign of a set up

Then the trigger getting pulled

Thinking that it’s thriller when my niggas turn wolves

Do what Simon says like the 95 shook

All red on, death rode chain, mgm fight night

Orlando was to blame

Outcome was the same, dead on a rival

Death to my rivals, empty out the clip

Spin a nigga like a spiral

Yeah, that’s the stairway to heaven nigga

On my big shit, waiting on the 7 nigga

Order cocaine white like a wedding nigga

They came stunting on you peasant niggas

[Hook] x 2

Niggas talking like they got something for me

Nigga you and what army, dog

Niggas gripping over here

Hit with 100 then I blow it in the air

It’s like ring around the rose, hand on the bottle

Sit back and get cozy

Still killing that white bitch og

Knocking home coming from kanye

The coldplay, it was me and hose in the hallway

House full of dope with the punk by the doorway

True story, niggas is choose for me

But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories

I wail out, throw you off a 2 story

Nigga, just to break your leg, the connect got the work

Nigga tryina break the A

Yeah, so hurry up and get it poached

If the feds get you life when you fucking with the dope

Catch me in L.A. fucking with the smoke

Or maybe in San Fran with an og nigga that used to get in the ...what

[Hook] x 2

Niggas talking like they got something for me

Nigga you and what army, dog

Niggas gripping over here

Hit with 100 then I blow it in the air.

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