Tee Grizzley - Grizzley Gang lyrics

Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
If being a real nigga was a job
Alotta of y'all niggas would be unemployed

Hov told me quit puttin' that money to my ear
I gotta get used to this shit
I'm just not gettin' here
Dropped ice cream Wraith and it
Ain't been a year ever since I hit his bitch
That nigga been in tears
Man, nigga rest up Mal they said it was
My fault but I never called for help
Damn, nigga rest up pops
I wish I woulda been the one
Blowin' back at the opps
Lil' bro if I get killed don't cry
But before you turn up for
Me somebody gotta get dropped
If you get killed I can't help it but to cry
They gon' think I'm ice skatin'
Every corner I'ma slide


Nigga, gang in this bitch we
Got them sticks in here
Watch who you bump my nigga we'll
Split your shit in here
Bro, matter fact just get the hoes
And we gon' dip from here
Cause niggas testifying on me
That's my biggest fear
Can't even eat with these niggas
Cause I done seen them
Real life sneakdissin' nigga
Then see 'em on they page
Next week with the nigga
Same nigga they was talkin' 'bout
Boy you can't come around
Bitch you can't even get the line
Hit the E-Mail used to fuck with dawg
He got to actin' like a female
When I was fucking with him he
Was looking like Big Worm
Cut that nigga off, now he Ezal
Niggas sayin' free they mans
Shit be killin' me
You ain't put nothing on his lawyer
How you want them free?
Sayin' RIP they mans, shit be killin' me
You ain't do shit to the niggas
That put them on the T
After awards a lotta stars in the place
I left early
I rather be with the stars in the Wraith
Why you carry all that money
Get a card from the bank
I had it hard this motivation
I need this shit in my face
From the yard with the shank to
Hit song out the gate got the money
Got the fame that nigga still didn't change
For these chains around my neck
I worked my ass off, serious
Niggas stare to long, take his head off
Period what you think a bitch'll do for 30K
I'm curious vS in the Rollie boy
That shit beyond ridiculous
Why you tell that hoe you had some money
Boy you tricked at her
We be laughin' when they say they
Shooters cause it tickle us
Bitch, I was just broke layin' in the bunk
Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
If I fall off, hit your pockets
Nigga give it up
Without the pistol cause you
Sweeter than a cinnabon
Told my nigga right now
I can't give you none
Let me triple this shit up then
We gon' split it up
Walk up on these niggas when I hit 'em up
Up, then take off runnin' that's
A hit and run nigga, gang in this bitch we
Got them straps in here
Ain't even gotta up the pipe
Beat you death in here
They got they cameras out before
I even step in there
I'll put 30 on his baby
Don't think Steph in there
Nigga, gang in this bitch we
Got them pipes in here
Try show off for these hoes
Lose your life in here
I came home 2016 had a light year
Real niggas winnin' that's a
Fake nigga nightmare
Makin' pictures with your bitch
On my Snapchat
Ex feelin' so the stick I can't snap that
I need that new Phantom next
I can't backtrack
Just got off the phone with my plug
He like 'catch that'
Better than the last batch
Touch me that's your last act
Run through 'em like fasttrack
Chokin' on that racepack
Chokin' on that jockpack
All I smoke is opp pack
We don't send no bomb threats, you
Know where my block at, bitch
I hate when niggas try to act hard
Like gettin' a bitch to line 'em
Up is really that hard
I got famous nigga but I still got heart
Before this rap shit
I was layin' at niggas backyard