Tee Grizzley - Grizzley Talk lyrics

(Jose the Plug) ayy

Man, this street shit ain't no fun
Niggas lost everybody (Everybody)
It ain't even fair no more
The rats be out here catchin' bodies (Crazy)
We ain't 'bout to throw no hands
You know niggas scared to fight (No)
Ain't no mercy for these niggas, bro
They ain't gon' spare our life, nigga
(Drop his ass)

I just had a son, I just had a cub (My baby)
What's even better is he by
Somebody that I love (My baby)
My real niggas, man
I love y'all like my blood brothers
(On my mama) hate our name was even
Attached to certain motherfuckers
(On my mama) opened up thеm doors for the D
Who gon' say I'm lyin'?
If you goin' off, don't take this bag
This shit ain't worth dyin'
Whole brick of Billiе Eilish, stretch it
I took out a nine rIP my niggas
Love them boys like they still alive
(RIP my niggas) marMar did five, came home
Brodie went right back shit made me sad
I just wanted bro to get the bag
State dropped the case
(Damn) , that mean we gotta fight the feds
Even if we down
We gon' make sure we hold up our heads
(For sure that) seventy percent of my niggas
Gotta sleep on mats
We can't talk for more than fifteen
Minutes 'less they call me back
Gotta use they clothes as a pillow
What you know 'bout that?
Cold bitch, I only hit her once
But she came back-to back (That's a fact)
Street took my pops
Police gave me back my mama
Today, I see a little peace
It used to be just drama
My niggas went from gettin'
Suspended to gettin' indicted
'Cause they ended up shootin'
But we started off just fightin' (Free 'em)
I been through them prisons, nigga
I been in them counties
(I been in them counties)
I just did a feature, nigga
And pro'd a hundred thousand
(Pro'd a hundred thousand)
Ain't gon' speak about these niggas
They some hoes like they mamas
Bitches used to ignore me, now they like
"Why we need a condom?" Ayy
Pull up to the store, I got a four
Go get a pop
With my day-one nigga and the plug
Told him send a box
I know he gon' tell me chill
All these feds gon' get us hot
You see all this jewelry, but what
You better see is this Glock, bitch
Yeah, this a Louis joggin' suit
Fuck is you talkin' to?
Fuck out the way when I'm walkin'
Through 'fore niggas ball on you
I remember when we all was through
I couldn't call on you
Don't know how to mix the song
But I can mix that doggy food
(Bring the press)
Boy a real killer, he ain't no real nigga
I can't pay him for no body
He gon' tell the cops who sent him
(He gon' tell)
Caught that pussy after dark, damn
I thought they was smart (Get on him)
Tried to throw it in reverse, boy
We threw his shit in park (Skrrt)
In here stackin' money
And we been stackin' up on choppers
I could leave a million at
My brother house and boy, i promise
He might take some pictures with it
But he ain't gon' steal a dollar
Leave a thousand at your brother's shit
He runnin' to Wakanda (He outta there)
Niggas rats, I ain't heard shit
I ain't seen shit street shit
(Street shit) , never mind
Y'all be on police shit (Police shit)
Jumpin' on the plane with the bag, I be leery
But the loads still all clipped
Like size thirty-eight Amiris, ayy
(Woo) niggas on my dick
I see 'em all watchin' my InstaSnap
(Look at 'em) think you got the drop
Send your nigga through and get him clapped
(Send 'em) buffs look like white on rice
(Buffs look like white on rice)
Rollie fitted
That bitch hit harder than Iron Mike
(That bitch hit harder than Tyson)
Yeah, boy, when you was gettin' your ass
Beat by your parents
I was watchin' my parents baggin' up grams
Dreamin' 'bout McLarens
I was facin' thirty, kept quiet, ayy
Can you do that? (Can you?)
Bro called, send a bag, then I'm
Like, "You flew through that, nigga"
(Damn) i'm richer than everybody that I
Went to school with, ayy
(Everybody that I went to school with)
Teachers included
And I'm just like you, probably worse
I was on bullshit (I was on bullshit)
Matter fact, scratch was
I'm still on bullshit
(I'm still on bullshit)
They ain't got love for us, gang
They would've showed it (Fuck 'em)
Bitch, we be outside so much
Niggas think we homeless (We out here)
When I catch your mans, I'm goin' stupid
(Dumb) can't rap about the details 'cause
I'm gon' really do it
Bitch, that money long as train smoke
(Bitch, that money long as train)
Fuck just him, I want his gang smoke, ayy
(Fuck just him, I want his gang)
I got a new crib (New crib)
But I call that bitch my old-school
(My old-school)
'Cause that bitch the same size
As my old school (Cody High)
I moved to Cali, they like
"Come back to the trenches"
I got plugs out here, bro
Pop out and fly back with them bitches
(Come get 'em)
Gang takin' niggas hoes, they like
"Come back with our bitches" (Come back)
Don't even trip, they gon' be
Back, but in a minute, nigga
(Calm down, nigga)
Knew she was hurt when that
Bitch text me back like, "Do you"
(What?)
I made it even worse, I text her back like
"Who you?" (Who is this?)
I ain't even fuck
She ate me like the orange pack of noodles
Brodie came home from the joint and
Got to trendin' all on YouTube (The GOAT)

Man, that street shit ain't what's up
Niggas lost everybody (We lost everybody)
It ain't even fair no more
The rats be catchin' bodies (Crazy)
We ain't 'bout to throw no hands
Niggas scared to fight
Ain't no mercy for these niggas, bro
They ain't gon' spare our life, nigga
(Bah)