Packy - Grip lyrics

Yeah, yeah, nighttime

Nighttime ridin', I could feel the breeze
My right hand man whippin' shorties
In the back seat
Tell me, what else do I need?
Feel like I manifest everything I see
Lately, I been on a roll on the low
Been a broken record with like
Four choes in a row
Always end up saying shit like
''Go with the flow''
Swear I'm turning me into a man
I don't even know
But these hoes will be hoes
Seen it first hand
Now I only run the give-n-go, I'm the worst
Man i be over shit quick
I just hit the red button then I get lit
Don't keep in touch, keep the distance
I just hit the red button and I get lit
On my level check the dipstick
I be on my level, on my level when I get lit

Yeah, get a grip, grip the
Booty, grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, look at what I go through
It's a trip oh yeah, get a grip, grip the
Booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, grip, look at where this
Shit been taking me, it's a trip man

Talking to my dogs about the future
I been feeling confident as hell
We won't have it how we
We won't have it how we use' to
I been leading by example
I been really transcending in between
A new beginning and a happy ending
I don't want this shit to change any of us
Last of the real ones there ain't many of us
I remember thinking different every time they
Said they love us love us
Now they really love us
The women undercover every time
They under covers
All these girls snitchin' on each other
They the coldest
They tryna turn my new girl into
My old bitch Old bitch
That shit is unbecoming
I tend to find it if they always down
Then they up to somethin'
They double O's, like it's nothin', nothin'
I kick em' out the double doors
Then I hit the button

Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty
And grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, look at' what I go through
It's a trip oh yeah, get a grip, grip the
Booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, grip, look at where this
Shit been taking me, it's a trip man

Maybe I'm just too selective
Maybe I'm afraid of gettin' rejected
Maybe I'm just lookin' for perfection
Maybe I just don't put in the effort
People are petty these days
Men ain't ready these days women hoeing
But they want a man that's steady these days
Maybe I'm too set in my ways, I don't know
Maybe you don't love me
It's just something you say
That's why I grip the road

Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty
And grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, look at what I go through
It's a trip oh yeah, get a grip, grip the
Booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, grip, look at where this
Shit been taking me, it's a trip man