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tee grizzley - gas lyrics

[verse 1: tee grizzley]
i got, 500 pounds of that gasoline
we can press ’em in some sh-t that look like fax machines
drop a n-gg- from a distance, like he dr. king
the type of sleep that boy getting he ain’t gon’ have a dream
2 watches still ain’t got no time on my schedule
make the cane stretch just like that b-tch on the incredibles
you rap n-gg-s stay in your lane, thats what you better do
drako sh-lls turn a n-gg- matress into a sectional
so many fiends outside the spot, the sh-t look like chick-fil-a
you know you pumping when your [?] house doing brick a day
we gon switch up houses after 60k
never slippin’ in the alley pistol with the k
f-ck if i’m rich, b-tch we going to the hawthorne
in the sp-ceship, with my wrist going like a light saber, this star wars
and you know we doing this beef
we ain’t have to have court when we shooting 4 deep

[verse 2: talibando]
i do this for my brothers, k!ll or die
hate to stand in line
heard that n-gg- snitching
he won’t make it there to testify
in the bentley truck with my n-gg- t [?]
i told him right before this rap sh-t, i was doing fine
i was spendin’ ’round a thousand [?] for like 85
heard n-gg-s cappin in they songs, they be tellin lies
and if it wasn’t for this rap sh-t, they wouldn’t have a dime
i [?] my n-gg- out the bakery cause he be sellin pies
turn the traction off on the cadi and cut the block up (skrt!)
ain’t no limits to this sh-t, i feel like shooting [?]
i think the opps, and the feds teaming up, they tryna stop us
go up top on the n-gg-, spread his brains like it’s some pasta
[?] bad piece, like twenty thousand
n-gg- headed ’round me, hit the stash, called his b-tch to come and count it
i’m just gettin’ to the money, what’s the problem?
rawr, rawr with that chopstick, i got a problem

[verse 3: ynw melly]
in the streets, with that choppa and i’m lurking
and my n-gg-s, they ain’t snipers but they observant
in a stolo with your b-tch and she keep swerving
bought the pistol with this hoe, she acting nervous
short -ss n-gg- but i’m down to toe tag you
with your tall -ss choppa with an extended magnum
oh, d-mn, i f-cked him with the magnum
thats your b-tch, thats your b-tch, but she’s thotting
thats your b-tch, in my clique and we plotting
i got my b-tch and she’s more rotten
y’all f-ck boys talk sh-t, but don’t play
cause we like to pull up with a hunnit round case
and we like to pull up and let them b-tches go
oh, oh no, i’m trying to f-ck all on her throat
diamonds wet no yachty, but this sh-t look like a boat
f-ck that, pop that b-tch inside her throat
wait, f-ck that, i’m just having fun on the beat
hold up, knocking on your door b-tch its me
hold up, omg melly like to creep
whoa, d-mn, grizzley came deep
okay, yo dat n-gg- runnin’ hunnid deep
oh, snap, tho, yeah that n-gg- runnin’ hunnid deep
aw, d-mn, on the block, with the bronco [?]
yeah, i’m with the bronco, boy, we post it in the streets, ha, ha

- tee grizzley lyrics

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