​gritz

[Intro]
Damn trgc made that

[Verse 1]
Dropping these racks, yeah (Dropping these racks)
Dropping these racks on his head, yeah
I'm fucking this bitch, yeah (I'm fucking this bitch)
Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch are you sick? (Are you sick?, sick)
Yeah, I got me that bag (I got me that bag)
Yeah, I spent my first check on that rick (Rick)
Yeah, we don't do no-ones (We don't do no-ones)
Yeah, and we jumping you, taking your shit (Shit)
I don't give a fuck about shit, yeah (I don't give a fuck about shit)
Prada bag cost your rent, these niggas just pretend, yeah
Me and my twinny gonna win, we on your block committing them sins
I trade them off, I don't want no friends

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm going up too much (I'm going up too much)
Yeah, I'm cutting you off [?] too much
Yeah, niggas be lying, niggas do nothing too us
Yeah, you getting racks, I get the money too much
I'm fucking this hoe in the back of a tour bus (tour bus)
Fuckin’ this hoe (bringing these hoes) and
She got a man (she got a man)
My nigga killed him but that wasn't the plan
Cut that hoe off cause she was a fan
These bitches boring, they be boring and bland
Chips, I just wanna count up the chips
You can get [?] on gritz
I had a pack it got flipped
Nigga just stick to the script
I think this hoe need a lift
After I hit, I'ma dip
(I'ma dip, I'ma dip, I'ma dip)