Artist: Tee Grizzley Album: Grizzley Gang (S) Song: Grizzley Gang Typed by: AZ Lyrics Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y'all niggas would be unemployed Hov told me quit puttin' that money to my ear I gotta get used to this shit I'm just not gettin' here Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain't been a year Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears Man, nigga rest up Mal they said it was my fault but I never called for help Damn, nigga rest up pops I wish I woulda been the one blowin' back at the opps Lil' bro if I get killed don't cry But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped If you get killed I can't help it but to cry They gon' think I'm ice skatin' every corner I'ma slide Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here Watch who you bump my nigga we'll split your shit in here Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon' dip from here Cause niggas testifying on me that's my biggest fear Can't even eat with these niggas Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin' nigga Then see 'em on they page next week with the nigga Same nigga they was talkin' 'bout, boy you can't come around Bitch you can't even get the line, hit the E-Mail Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin' like a female When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm Cut that nigga off, now he Ezal Niggas sayin' free they mans, shit be killin' me You ain't put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free? Sayin' RIP they mans, shit be killin' me You ain't do shit to the niggas that put them on the T After awards a lotta stars in the place I left early, I rather be with the stars in the Wraith Why you carry all that money, get a card from the bank I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn't change For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period What you think a bitch'll do for 30K, I'm curious VS in the Rollie boy that shit unridiculous Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her We be laughin' when they say they shooters cause it tickle us Bitch, I was just broke layin' in the bunk Now I can make 200 thousand in a month If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon Told my nigga right now, I can't give you none Let me triple this shit up then we gon' split it up Walk up on these niggas when I hit 'em up [?] up, then take off runnin' that's a hit and run Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here Ain't even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here They got they cameras out before I even step in there I'll put 30 on his baby, don't think Steph in there Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here Try show off for these hoes, lose your life in here I came home 2016 had a light year Real niggas winnin' that's a fake nigga nightmare Makin' pictures with your bitch on my Snapchat Ex feelin' so the stick I can't snap that I need that new Phantom next, I can't backtrack Just got off the phone with my plug, he like 'catch that' Better than the last batch, touch me that's your last act Run through 'em like fasttrack Chokin' on that racepack, chokin' on that jockpack All I smoke is opp pack We don't send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch I hate when niggas try to act hard Like gettin' a bitch to line 'em up is really that hard I got famous nigga but I still got heart Before this rap shit, I was layin' at niggas backyard