C-Mob, T-Rock - Gritter lyrics
C-Mob [Christopher Doehla] Marion, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[C-Mob, T-Rock - Gritter lyrics]
Yeah c-Mob in this motherfucker
Midwest in this motherfucker indiana
7-6-5
I am a beast
Just give me a beat and I guarantee
That I will tear it to shreds
I never sell out for the industry and
Only rap about carrots and bread
So fuck a phony ass rapper
Who be renting chains
Bitch if you think you got
Respect you musta went insane
I stay in the streets
And yes I am hungry as hell
I've been praying to eat
Something, my appetite is for
Destruction I'm crushing you
This is your day of defeat
Rappers sound like shit
They need to gargle with some Listerine
Quitе the fucking autotune and
Take your antihistaminе
And fuck y'all I'm grinding and I'm
Shining like I'm Mr clean
Some of you rappers out there
One-timing eating Krispy Kreme's
This is for all of you out
There who try to hate
There is a code that you
Don't need to violate
Quite telling lies your demise
Is what I await
Every last one of you I would annihilate
So you better get back bitch
And get you some practice
Cause you're not touching me
Sticking you like a cactus
Wipe you off the atlas if
You wanna fuck with me
I'm keep it moving I'll never
Label myself as a quitter
I'll grind until I'm outta time
I am a gritter
All about my money till I die I be a gritter
Thorough bred hustler I'm the
Pick of the litter
Flow so cold when I spit you get the jitters
Fuck with me and I will make
Your dreams go down the shitter
Look like they don limping
And skinning so strenuous
Tell me god have I been blessed or cursed?
I never get rest, I'm up 24
7, no stopping I'm up to my neck in work
Got too many habit's like
Drinking and smoking
It's only right that I invest in perc-
I gotta get money, I'm hungry as ever
Make room for the meal and less dessert
You fuck with my money I promise you
That's the mistake of your life
You'll get stretched and merked
Pull up in the alley I let off a shot
Of you jump in the vehicle press reverse
(mmm) y'all boys don't work like me
It's plain to see who dead sorry
Got a few Montana stacks they
Buried in my head harness
I'mma grind with a clique full of killers
My niggas at the pick of the litter
We all people in the struggle
Trynna bubble so I'm soaking
Up my sorrow in a pit full of liquor
And my niggas in the clique
Throw it of, amped up, don't soft
They'll pass of coffee
Fully equipped with 17 shots
Ready to pop to get a nigga ass up off me
What you know about 24 7
Strapped up but I got many more weapons
I keep a power move in the works like I make
Another half a mill in bout 20 more seconds
You a taker from the game, I'mma giver
Look in the eye never say die you a quitter
A blue collar grind
More work than shine it's dirt doing time
And you fucking with a gritter nigga
All about my money till I
Die I'll be a gritter
Thorough bred hustler I'm the
Pick of the litter
Flow so cold when I spit you get the jitters
Fuck with me and I will make
Your dreams go down the shitter
Midwest in this motherfucker indiana
7-6-5
I am a beast
Just give me a beat and I guarantee
That I will tear it to shreds
I never sell out for the industry and
Only rap about carrots and bread
So fuck a phony ass rapper
Who be renting chains
Bitch if you think you got
Respect you musta went insane
I stay in the streets
And yes I am hungry as hell
I've been praying to eat
Something, my appetite is for
Destruction I'm crushing you
This is your day of defeat
Rappers sound like shit
They need to gargle with some Listerine
Quitе the fucking autotune and
Take your antihistaminе
And fuck y'all I'm grinding and I'm
Shining like I'm Mr clean
Some of you rappers out there
One-timing eating Krispy Kreme's
This is for all of you out
There who try to hate
There is a code that you
Don't need to violate
Quite telling lies your demise
Is what I await
Every last one of you I would annihilate
So you better get back bitch
And get you some practice
Cause you're not touching me
Sticking you like a cactus
Wipe you off the atlas if
You wanna fuck with me
I'm keep it moving I'll never
Label myself as a quitter
I'll grind until I'm outta time
I am a gritter
All about my money till I die I be a gritter
Thorough bred hustler I'm the
Pick of the litter
Flow so cold when I spit you get the jitters
Fuck with me and I will make
Your dreams go down the shitter
Look like they don limping
And skinning so strenuous
Tell me god have I been blessed or cursed?
I never get rest, I'm up 24
7, no stopping I'm up to my neck in work
Got too many habit's like
Drinking and smoking
It's only right that I invest in perc-
I gotta get money, I'm hungry as ever
Make room for the meal and less dessert
You fuck with my money I promise you
That's the mistake of your life
You'll get stretched and merked
Pull up in the alley I let off a shot
Of you jump in the vehicle press reverse
(mmm) y'all boys don't work like me
It's plain to see who dead sorry
Got a few Montana stacks they
Buried in my head harness
I'mma grind with a clique full of killers
My niggas at the pick of the litter
We all people in the struggle
Trynna bubble so I'm soaking
Up my sorrow in a pit full of liquor
And my niggas in the clique
Throw it of, amped up, don't soft
They'll pass of coffee
Fully equipped with 17 shots
Ready to pop to get a nigga ass up off me
What you know about 24 7
Strapped up but I got many more weapons
I keep a power move in the works like I make
Another half a mill in bout 20 more seconds
You a taker from the game, I'mma giver
Look in the eye never say die you a quitter
A blue collar grind
More work than shine it's dirt doing time
And you fucking with a gritter nigga
All about my money till I
Die I'll be a gritter
Thorough bred hustler I'm the
Pick of the litter
Flow so cold when I spit you get the jitters
Fuck with me and I will make
Your dreams go down the shitter