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real gritter mark – grittin lyrics

[intro: real gritter mark]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
yeah, real gritter official, n+gga
i’m the first young n+gga fifteen to bring twenty back from the road, you old broke+ass n+ggas
boys ent, n+gga

[verse 1: real gritter mark]
a n+gga tried to pull my ho card a few times
but i been out here thuggin’, robbin’ n+ggas with a deuce+five
and i just came up off this l!ck and bought a new 9
a n+gga shot at me, i shot back, hit him a few times
everybody tough when they with they clique at school
but when you catch them n+ggas solo, n+ggas sweeter than some juice
everybody ask me, lil mark was bgb
it mean born ghetto babies, now b+tch, come and cop some tree
and i dare a n+gga try me, on my mama, i ain’t sweet
y’all gon’ find his head blown off like they did martin luther king
they say rap different, n+gga, this is all i know
mark, how you make your money? ’cause my prices is so low
and don’t try to tax me, ’cause n+gga, i ain’t slow
if you ain’t never did sh+t for me, then don’t call me lil’ bro
but i’ma keep chillin’, i’m just waitin’ ’til i blow
but in the meantime, tell your mom come cop some more
she spendin’ money on crack, so now y’all sleepin’ on the floor

[interlude: real gritter mark]
d+mn
i forgot about your airbed, bro, my fault
look
[verse 2: real gritter mark]
i lined a n+gga up like some motherf+ckin’ andies
your b+tch go cuckoo for my nuts, i’ma call that lil’ ho sandy
and i just bought a walker for your dusty+ass granny
that b+tch made me mad, so i pushed her off the landing
i gotta keep on scr+ping, get it out the pot
everybody bulletproof until they get they ass popped
and i love your grandpa, man, that is my favorite wop
i gave his ass a taste, he couldn’t move to wipe his snot
like my brother chris said, i’m just tryna gas this b+tch
he a lame, ain’t got a role, ooh, we finna lash this b+tch
this n+gga move iffy, then we might just kidnap this b+tch
his mom lookin’ for him, find her ass and then slap that b+tch
when we k!ll this n+gga, hide his body in a mattress
i like my b+tches classy with a little bit of ratchetness
this n+gga flexin’ with his uncle chain, i’ma sn+tch that b+tch
this n+gga lame as h+ll, in the club doin’ the cabbage patch and sh+t

[interlude: real gritter mark & rio da yung og]
like bro, what the f+ck is you doin’?
you forty years old tryna give me advice, n+gga
i hit the road and brought twenty back, you broke+ass n+gga (sh+t)
rio, let me hear somethin’
alright, ghetto boys sh+t, n+gga
alright, come on, oh
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
oh, we was talkin’ ’bout pape’? i got an eighty on me
i got seven pounds of money, it’s a baby on me
how the f+ck them n+ggas didn’t die? we dropped eighty on ’em
thirty+two hundred spent at saks, you shop at macys, don’t you?
i need another cheap pint, call your auntie for me
oh, you flashin’ twenty+some thousand? that’s my baby money
hair nappy, b+tch, i’m tryna get jay+z money
wock’ three a line, we just dropped a six, that’s eighteen hundred
a n+gga’ll put a chain ’round my neck ‘fore he take one from me
f+ck you hard, i don’t make love, i just be makin’ money
invested d+mn near sixty racks, i just paid for money
i don’t owe you sh+t, i’ll give you my word, it’s the same as money
helmut lang on my body, that’s like eight hundred
all my opps like some shy strippers, they ain’t shakin’ nothin’
i got a gun under my arm, you ain’t takin’ nothin’
i ain’t never wore no rollerblades, diamonds skatin’ for me

[outro: rio da yung og & real gritter mark]
yeah, n+gga, my diamonds skatin’, n+gga
i went to golden sun, n+gga, this sh+t hit different
ghetto boys sh+t
what up, real gritter mark?
b+ride
what up, tay?
from akron to flint, n+gga, you know what the f+ck goin’ on
ayy, let me hear that, grape

- real gritter mark lyrics

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