Tee Grizzley, Baby Grizzley - Whoop lyrics
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
[Tee Grizzley, Baby Grizzley - Whoop lyrics]
Yeah
(The AK)
Okay, turn it up
I say
(Keep it moving)
Bitch, I'm eighty-deuce
But I fuck with the villains
Pull up in the 'Sanne
Told the dealer keep the ceiling
White buffs, told the jeweler
"Bust down my trimming"
Nigga shot me
I ate before I was done healing
I ain't trippin' on no bitch, boy
My shoes ain't got strings in 'em
(What?)
Two hundred thou' on your set
Let the green get 'em
Four fifty clip, four MACs
I need beams with 'em
Ayy, and I was sneakin' in
The stink with 'em
If you ain't with the gang-gang
Stay from 'round niggas
You can't leave the crib like you grounded
We ground niggas
Ayy, I was raised around murder
Still around killers
Me and Ronny Blaze players bros
When we drown niggas
Ice man, it's a hundred on my neck
Tell your bitch
"Let me tongue kiss that pussy on the jet"
If I ain't bangin', I'm bangin'
I put that on the set
(On gang)
Take a picture with a fifty
Roll showin' the Patek
Niggas know who really got that shit
Rock that shit
Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch
Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch
Drippin' hard
I ain't know I had the opps that sick
Look, a hundred in my jacket, bitch
I mean profit
Trippin' out and found another
Thirty in my pocket
Fuck going broke
Not an option if I'm honest
Real hundreds
I go brazy for the bucks like I'm Giannis
I feel like niggas ain't fuckin' with me
You on the net with it
I got a couple M's
Jumpin' on the jet with it
I love that real right
But I'm on the left with it
Louis, drop six on the sweater
Like I'm set trippin'
Flag on the left
But it's red like a puddle of blood
My G good when I huddle with Bloods
Since the first day I met my nigga Cut
It was love
Free my nigga Gutter Ray Warren
Up to the stud
I say it's Grizzley Gang
A hundred and fifty chains
Clip with a fifty things
That talking'll get him flamed
These niggas leavin' the hood 'cause
They ain't tryna get banged
It's murder after you mention my name
Niggas know who really got that shit
Rock that shit
Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch
Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch
Drippin' hard, I ain't know I
Had the opps that sick
Yeah
Yeah
Alright, let me hear that bitch
Let me hear that bitch
Let me hear that bitch
(The AK)
Okay, turn it up
I say
(Keep it moving)
Bitch, I'm eighty-deuce
But I fuck with the villains
Pull up in the 'Sanne
Told the dealer keep the ceiling
White buffs, told the jeweler
"Bust down my trimming"
Nigga shot me
I ate before I was done healing
I ain't trippin' on no bitch, boy
My shoes ain't got strings in 'em
(What?)
Two hundred thou' on your set
Let the green get 'em
Four fifty clip, four MACs
I need beams with 'em
Ayy, and I was sneakin' in
The stink with 'em
If you ain't with the gang-gang
Stay from 'round niggas
You can't leave the crib like you grounded
We ground niggas
Ayy, I was raised around murder
Still around killers
Me and Ronny Blaze players bros
When we drown niggas
Ice man, it's a hundred on my neck
Tell your bitch
"Let me tongue kiss that pussy on the jet"
If I ain't bangin', I'm bangin'
I put that on the set
(On gang)
Take a picture with a fifty
Roll showin' the Patek
Niggas know who really got that shit
Rock that shit
Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch
Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch
Drippin' hard
I ain't know I had the opps that sick
Look, a hundred in my jacket, bitch
I mean profit
Trippin' out and found another
Thirty in my pocket
Fuck going broke
Not an option if I'm honest
Real hundreds
I go brazy for the bucks like I'm Giannis
I feel like niggas ain't fuckin' with me
You on the net with it
I got a couple M's
Jumpin' on the jet with it
I love that real right
But I'm on the left with it
Louis, drop six on the sweater
Like I'm set trippin'
Flag on the left
But it's red like a puddle of blood
My G good when I huddle with Bloods
Since the first day I met my nigga Cut
It was love
Free my nigga Gutter Ray Warren
Up to the stud
I say it's Grizzley Gang
A hundred and fifty chains
Clip with a fifty things
That talking'll get him flamed
These niggas leavin' the hood 'cause
They ain't tryna get banged
It's murder after you mention my name
Niggas know who really got that shit
Rock that shit
Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch
Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch
Drippin' hard, I ain't know I
Had the opps that sick
Yeah
Yeah
Alright, let me hear that bitch
Let me hear that bitch
Let me hear that bitch