HOOK Oh My God, Oh My God (repeat 4x) Whew gahdamn you getting bands put your hands up (repeat)
VERSE Microphone check 1 2 mic checka Niggas in trouble when grip apply pressure 38 snubby that sits on my dresser If plot thickens them shots lickin, I betcha Silly mufuckas you ain't heard bout Grip That dimple faced nigga wit a 30 round clip Made my name in this game on some word of mouth Shit Now when they ask who got flames niggas blurt it out quick Grip! Caught in yo feels I draw the heckler Grip! Automobiles with all the extras We don't do SRTs, nigga please Rock VVS in AMGs and M3s AKs n m16s With beams Get rich quick schemes Dick in thick queens Destroying the Simps that shift and switch teams Loyalty Do you know what that shit means
HOOK Oh My God, Oh My God (repeat 4x) Whew gahdamn you getting bands put your hands up (repeat)
Verse 2 I came back wit the neck meaner Baguettes on my left finger Tech nina Don't sweat the technique I wreck beats Sex select freaks leave her stretched in wet sheets text her next week Recollect all of them debt collect calls Was stressed dawg But now we up, YES YA'LL! So let's ball 8 day vacays abroad They actin like they never seen niggas in Prague Squad chief logs and got the limousine fogged Supreme drawls, hot n lemon pepper wing sauce ..Prefer flats, we throw the drums on the straps It go ratta tat tat tat tat, dirt nap Cadillac black on black, serve raps With da same niggas from When i had cop my 1st sack These niggas wanna blam us they can't stand us If you got yo bands up put yo hands upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
