Free Baby Grizz, Pt. 3 Lyrics
(You know I ain’t playin’ nigga)
(You know I ain’t playin’ nigga)
Yeah
(Oh yeah, I’m finna make a banger with this one)
(Look at my watch, look at my wrist
Not like your man, he ain’t shinin’ like this
Not like your man, he ain’t frontin’ like this
And even if he was, he know I’m a blood)
If a bitch say some opp shit to me, I’m offin’ her (What?)
Stuck around when she saw my chain, I ain’t hoggin’ her (She know it)
Make her shake some, when I eat it call it doggin’
Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me, like they good parole officers ([?] as hell)
Oh that bitch ain’t know I was that nigga, nigga her fault (Bitch that’s her fault)
Hunnid sigs in the hood, but my turf bought (I bought it all)
Spent a bag on my shoes, just to earth walk (Gang)
‘Bout to race twin ‘cats ’til the tires burn off (Skrtt)
Heavy weight, you ain’t gonna catch me on no light shit (Heavy weight)
So much jewlery on, I don’t need lights bitch (Bitch)
Mona Lisa, drape that bitch in gold, pussy priceless (Ayy)
Baby Grizz, five hunnid on the ice kit, bitch
You knew I was that nigga, nigga beat it (Beat it)
Thirty ball, I need it
Know I got the cheese in
Fifty top, bottom icy mouth, like I’m teethin’ (Ice)
Say she with it, put it on the set, on the B’s then (On the set)
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), slugs in his wig
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), slugs in the sig
Plug with the bitch
Get drugged with a sig
Thuggin’ again, bloods in the mid
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), thug with a sig
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), drunk with the sig
Thuggin’ again, bloods in the mid (Boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, them bloods in the mid
Bitch I’m that nigga, nigga
That nigga, nigga
I ain’t feelin’ niggas (Ayy)
I get rid of niggas
I love my villain niggas (Love my villain niggas)
Pull up killin’ killers
Four hunnid for my nigga Pilla, bitch I been a hitter (Love my dawg)
I’m heavy hearted, I can’t let these bitches play with me (Ayy, I can’t)
I’m uppin’ it, there ain’t really shit you can say to me (Ayy, you can’t)
Just bought a Benz, just to get that boy to A to B (Skrtt)
Lil’ baby fell to her knees, told her pray to me (Pray to me)
Hit the Bentley dealership, told ’em, “Takin’ me” (Takin’ me)
I can show you how to double up, bake and key (Bake and key)
This lil’ shit these niggas talkin’ really make believe (Oh, yeah lyin’)
Just hit a bad bitch, she modelin’ for Maybelline (Oh she lyin’)
Back like I never left the streets (Ayy)
Pushin’ Maybach with my name on the seats (Ayy)
Still in the field, Grizz gang on my cleats (Yeah, yeah)
All the competition bold, or ain’t even in my reach (They gone)
All my fourty niggas hold in down, huh (All my fourty)
Ery’ thing five hunnid ’til they drown, huh (All my fourty)
Hoes like, “You came home to a pile”, huh? (Yeah)
You think I don’t know that’s why you stayed around, huh? (Yeah)
Ayy, I used to call hoes like, “Baby send me some flicks” (Come on)
Now I’m on my money phone talkin’ to a tick (Come on)
Now it’s double F, double G’s on my fit (Come on)
Now it’s double uh, shoots, Scottie how’d he pimp? (Come on)
Ayy, ayy
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), yeah, thugs in the mid
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), plugged with a sig
Drug with the bitch
Plugged with the sig
Thuggin’ again, bloods in the mid
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), thuggin’ again
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), bloods in the mid
Pluggin’ again
Drugged with a sig
Thuggin’ again
Them bloods in the mid
