From the D to the A – Tee Grizzley lyrics
Lyrics Tee Grizzley – From the d to the a
Off top, run a n***a out his socks
Niggas talk more than b*tches
Niggas really be on cock though
Just f*cked a ho out in France
Paint her face like Picasso
I iced out my vatos, I’m really up
Big a*s Bimmer, big Benz and my Bentley next
Don’t play around on my phone, ho, gimme s*x
Watch on my wrist out of date, but it’s Rolex
Grizzley up next, I’m up now
Strap your bullet vest.(from the d to the a)
550, 600 hundreds
700 20’s, let’s get straight to it
800 10’s, what’s that? 8 bands
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
Let’s get straight to it
Everybody come together, everybody got the plan
He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, he on your a*s
Have your mans call his mans, make sure they ain’t movin’ fast
Soon as they touch Atlanta, get with Boat
Secure the bag, n***a.
Oh that bag secure, that’s on my mama, bro
Asian lil’ ho, she ride that d**k, Yokohama flow
Made that s**t double, got an Uzi, I don’t scuffle
Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
Niggas only aimin’ in the sky, call those Air Mags
All up in Neiman’s, coppin’ s**t like f*ck a price tag
I’m ballin’, ain’t near a rap n***a in the game that I’m callin’
If I need help, I’ll dial it by my ..
You swear your b*tch faithful, she sent her location
I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic
Chop with the laser, get decapitated
Can’t smoke, I’m on papers, hold on… this my Jamaican (love one)
Niggas want me dead, so I’m steady prayin’
Ain’t no disrespect without retaliation
f*ck a hotel, I hit her in the basement
Text her later like, “I’m done with you
I got a situation, baby”.
Well s**t, bro, let me get her then
I’ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion’s den
N***a talkin’ down, my bro got more heat than a fryin’ pan
Gucci ’round my hair, wrapped tight like Taliban.
Like I’m Taliban, how we drop s**t, go
Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks
Touch my n***a Yachty, get your top ripped
Don’t ask the price if you know you’re not tryna cop s**t.
You the type to look around but never cop s**t
Ayy, I’m the type to buy the store, make ’em restock it, ayy
Beam on everything I own, I will not miss
Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin’ cockpit.
Yachty I might stop rappin’ for this one reason
If the fans hear this s**t I’m doin’ a hundred seasons
In the hood, shootin’ craps in my Yeezys versuri-lyrics.info
Put angels on you niggas who be playin’ like y’all demons, you dig?
Middle finger to them niggas hatin’ and fakin’
They plottin’ on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration
Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation
Every real n***a livin’ will respect this collaboration.
We the bust down brothers, check the Rollies out
Say you winnin’ one more time, I’m pullin’ trophies out
Niggas know we out, no Shaqs or Kobes out
In other words, I’m with all shooters that’ll blow you down.
From the D to the A, put respect on it
If that’s your ho, why my d**k got her mouth on it?
I’m from the south, I got diamonds in my teeth
I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease.
Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
When they said not guilty I was so excited
From the A to the D, b*tch you heard Yachty
Wraith comin’ this summer, I’ma have your b*tch drivin’
Tee Grizzley lyrics