Gave That Back

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]

Ah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Baby Grizzley]

I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track

Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap (Grrah)

Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back

Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Baby Grizzley]

My nigga Tee the sergeant (Ayy), neighborhood locksmith (Ayy)

Uberin' with Ks, five stars, get a top lift

If I gotta stand tall (What?), I'ma drop shit

Westside, thirty on the Wesson, call it Glocksmith (Boom)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]

We come from that cloth that they don't make no more (They don't)

Text your bitch like, "Pop out," she text back you made her stay at home (This ho-ass)

Baby Grizz and Mama Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (They here)

Ridin' in that SRT Demon, but them angels close, I ain't alone

[Verse 3: Baby Grizzley]

Say the clip full, brodie (Rrah), we gon' spray that, though

Opps know ain't shit they can do, they ain't gon' save that, though (That's it)

Eat me in a Rolls-Royce, I just might make a ho

Told that lil' bitch to bring her friends, I don't date alone

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]

Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you (What?), I got that Drac alone

Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don't play that song (Sure did)

All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone

Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones (Grrah)

[Verse 5: Baby Grizzley & Tee Grizzley]

Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles

Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it's a Drac show

Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on

Let my O.G. out, can't wait to put my nigga Blaze on

Asked bro before I got locked, I was twenty up (No cap, nigga)

Ayy, now it's eight hunnid and twenty plus

All shops, thirty pokin', givin' twenty up

Go get me a water, bitch, I'm rollin' like a 20 Blood (Ayy)

[Verse 6: Tee Grizzley]

At the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your ho up here (Come here)

On the jet I'm wearin' red like stop, but she gon' go up here (She goin')

All my shooters smart, but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (What?)

Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz)

Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.)

I don't wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (Ayy, bro, pull up)

You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (Ten toes)

And my pistols like Snoop, six-four, switches on them Glocks (Brr)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]

I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track

Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap

Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back

Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back

[Outro]

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