Tee Grizzley - G7 lyrics
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
[Tee Grizzley - G7 lyrics]
G7
(JR)
Ayy
When you gettin' a couple dollars
They gon' always try to plot
They gon' overdose on liquor, we
Got seven hundred shots
Nigga
(Add that shit up, nigga)
Ayy, y'all need to stop tellin' and
Let the police do they-
(Bitch)
I can't go nowhere without the Glock
(I need that)
Call Gervonta Davis if you tryna fight
I don't box
(I don't do that)
I been bustin' chains down the lot
(Bust 'em down)
You know me without no ice like
A gang member without no opps
(I gotta have it)
When you worth a couple dollars
They gon' always try to plot
(Okay)
They gon' overdose on liquor
We got seven hundred shots
(Come on)
Need an underground bunker if I
Send 'em down your block
(Get low)
I wish y'all would stop tellin' and
Let the police do they job
(Rat-ass nigga)
I ain't fly on a plane 'til I was an adult
But my son was on a PJ
Before he knew how to walk
(For real)
I ain't start buyin' properties
'til I was twenty-six
But my son had real estate before
He knew how to go piss
Bitch
(Big facts)
They say I changed, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much
On the chain, bitch
I did
(I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, bitch, I did
(I did)
Play and you gon' get it
Close range, yes, you is
Nigga
(Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame
But they is
(They is)
Lot of niggas say they ain't no lames
But they is
(They is)
Said fuck me when I
Wasn't gettin' paid, yes
They did
(They did)
Now I'm sayin', "Fuck 'em" leave
'em in the rain
On my kids
(Fuck 'em)
I'ma cut you off
I see you do some fake shit to somebody else
(No cap)
'Cause you would do that same shit to me
Go work on yourself
(Bitch)
If I'm showin' up, I need a bag
I don't work for my health
(I need it)
If I cut you off
It's fuck you in this life and after death
(Fuck you)
Told my shooter I ain't fuckin' with
Him if a shot miss
(One shot)
If I took it, that ain't yours no more, boy
That's my shit
(That's mine)
I don't care if she your baby mama, boy
That's my bitch
(My bitch)
You came with me, but
You ain't gettin' shit
This is my lick
(Fuck on)
I been realizin' a few of my mistakes
I was feedin' niggas when they
Wasn't worthy of a plate
Why give that boy a brick? He ain't
Gon' do right with an eighth
I got white people workin' for me
In honor of the slaves
Nigga
Ayy, they say I changed, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much
On the chain, bitch
I did
(I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, bitch, I did
(I did)
Play and you gon' get it
Close range, yes, you is
Nigga
(Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame
But they is
(They is)
Lot of niggas say they ain't no lames
But they is
(They is)
Said fuck me when I
Wasn't gettin' paid, yes
They did
(They did)
Now I'm sayin', "Fuck 'em" leave
'em in the rain
On my kids
(Fuck 'em)
Fuck all them niggas
All of 'em
G7, nigga
(JR)
Ayy
When you gettin' a couple dollars
They gon' always try to plot
They gon' overdose on liquor, we
Got seven hundred shots
Nigga
(Add that shit up, nigga)
Ayy, y'all need to stop tellin' and
Let the police do they-
(Bitch)
I can't go nowhere without the Glock
(I need that)
Call Gervonta Davis if you tryna fight
I don't box
(I don't do that)
I been bustin' chains down the lot
(Bust 'em down)
You know me without no ice like
A gang member without no opps
(I gotta have it)
When you worth a couple dollars
They gon' always try to plot
(Okay)
They gon' overdose on liquor
We got seven hundred shots
(Come on)
Need an underground bunker if I
Send 'em down your block
(Get low)
I wish y'all would stop tellin' and
Let the police do they job
(Rat-ass nigga)
I ain't fly on a plane 'til I was an adult
But my son was on a PJ
Before he knew how to walk
(For real)
I ain't start buyin' properties
'til I was twenty-six
But my son had real estate before
He knew how to go piss
Bitch
(Big facts)
They say I changed, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much
On the chain, bitch
I did
(I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, bitch, I did
(I did)
Play and you gon' get it
Close range, yes, you is
Nigga
(Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame
But they is
(They is)
Lot of niggas say they ain't no lames
But they is
(They is)
Said fuck me when I
Wasn't gettin' paid, yes
They did
(They did)
Now I'm sayin', "Fuck 'em" leave
'em in the rain
On my kids
(Fuck 'em)
I'ma cut you off
I see you do some fake shit to somebody else
(No cap)
'Cause you would do that same shit to me
Go work on yourself
(Bitch)
If I'm showin' up, I need a bag
I don't work for my health
(I need it)
If I cut you off
It's fuck you in this life and after death
(Fuck you)
Told my shooter I ain't fuckin' with
Him if a shot miss
(One shot)
If I took it, that ain't yours no more, boy
That's my shit
(That's mine)
I don't care if she your baby mama, boy
That's my bitch
(My bitch)
You came with me, but
You ain't gettin' shit
This is my lick
(Fuck on)
I been realizin' a few of my mistakes
I was feedin' niggas when they
Wasn't worthy of a plate
Why give that boy a brick? He ain't
Gon' do right with an eighth
I got white people workin' for me
In honor of the slaves
Nigga
Ayy, they say I changed, bitch, I did (I did)
They say I spent too much
On the chain, bitch
I did
(I did)
They say I cut off half my gang, bitch, I did
(I did)
Play and you gon' get it
Close range, yes, you is
Nigga
(Buh, buh, buh)
They say they ain't in it for the fame
But they is
(They is)
Lot of niggas say they ain't no lames
But they is
(They is)
Said fuck me when I
Wasn't gettin' paid, yes
They did
(They did)
Now I'm sayin', "Fuck 'em" leave
'em in the rain
On my kids
(Fuck 'em)
Fuck all them niggas
All of 'em
G7, nigga