Whoop

[Intro: Baby Grizzley]

Yeah

(The AK)

Okay, turn it up

I say

(Keep it moving)

[Verse 1: Baby Grizzley]

Bitch, I'm eighty-deuce, but I fuck with the villains

Pull up in the 'Sanne, told the dealer keep the ceiling

White buffs, told the jeweler, "Bust down my trimming"

Nigga shot me, I ate before I was done healing

I ain't trippin' on no bitch, boy, my shoes ain't got strings in 'em (What?)

Two hundred thou' on your set, let the green get 'em

Four fifty clip, four MACs, I need beams with 'em

Ayy, and I was sneakin' in the stink with 'em

If you ain't with the gang-gang, stay from 'round niggas

You can't leave the crib like you grounded, we ground niggas

Ayy, I was raised around murder, still around killers

Me and Ronny Blaze players bros when we drown niggas

Ice man, it's a hundred on my neck

Tell your bitch, "Let me tongue kiss that pussy on the jet"

If I ain't bangin', I'm bangin', I put that on the set (On gang)

Take a picture with a fifty roll showin' the Patek

[Chorus: Baby Grizzley]

Niggas know who really got that shit, rock that shit

Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch

Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch

Drippin' hard, I ain't know I had the opps that sick

[Verse 2: Baby Grizzley]

Look, a hundred in my jacket, bitch, I mean profit

Trippin' out and found another thirty in my pocket

Fuck going broke, not an option if I'm honest

Real hundreds, I go brazy for the bucks like I'm Giannis

I feel like niggas ain't fuckin' with me, you on the net with it

I got a couple M's, jumpin' on the jet with it

I love that real right, but I'm on the left with it

Louis, drop six on the sweater like I'm set trippin'

Flag on the left, but it's red like a puddle of blood

My G good when I huddle with Bloods

Since the first day I met my nigga Cut, it was love

Free my nigga Gutter Ray Warren up to the stud

I say it's Grizzley Gang, a hundred and fifty chains

Clip with a fifty things, that talking'll get him flamed

These niggas leavin' the hood 'cause they ain't tryna get banged

It's murder after you mention my name

[Chorus: Baby Grizzley]

Niggas know who really got that shit, rock that shit

Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch

Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch

Drippin' hard, I ain't know I had the opps that sick, yeah

[Outro: Baby Grizzley]

Yeah

Alright, let me hear that bitch

Let me hear that bitch, let me hear that bitch