God s warrior – Tee Grizzley lyrics

Lyrics God s warrior – Tee Grizzley

God s warrior lyrics
You know anything you niggas a be fakes man like
I’ll downplay this s**t up for one day
If you look up some of the stories in my city
You will see the relation between the music

Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin’ s**t
Droppin’ niggas, droppin’ icy kids
F**k a b***h, drop her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin’, we do that robbin’ s**t
Any means, I’m gonna eat
Slide with the tank on full (Yeah)
Leave with the Glock on E
I got a K, it hold 100
But I got lazy, only put 90
Money make your whole team vanish
That’s a paper trick, Origami
I be dolo, don’t need a posse
If you got the wave, I got the tsunami
Chain hit like Ike Turner (What else?)
But I don’t beat bitches, I beat burgers
I just bust a chain reaction just to stomp a n***a in Versace
Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy
You lookin’ for me, p***y come find me
And I’m not gon snatch your chain, I’m gon take it off politely
So when I go back to sell it, it’s not damaged, not even slightly
Raised around killers, that’s how I’m cut
Found out where he stay, don’t shoot the house up
Lay in they bushes ’til your legs lock up
Whoever walk outside first, drop some
Lift that chopper up, go nuts
That was his momma, so what? (F**k it)
N***a that’s your fault, we wanted your blood
And your b***h take d**k like a grownup
I’m a product of them streets
Sharks and hustlers, I’m from the D
Bring a n***a to the feast, we not stingy, homie eat
It get greedy, put him to sleep
They gotta identify him by his teeth
When gon kill you if you freeze
When your job was to squeeze, n***a

I got an Uzi and sound like, boom!
I got a Draco and it sound like, boom!
Knock your s**t open, the bullets explosive
Fall and you getting stood-over
Can’t run out of bullets in a shoot out
Taking my time counting as I’m blowin’
Yeah, drumsticks, b***h ares size of AR’s, we a little band
Rapper diss me, I’m at every show like I’m his biggest fan
Hollows in that Sprinter Van gon leave somebody crippled, man
You see your DJ brain come through his head
You’ll turn religious, man
Having my way, .. at the range, that’s practice, okay?
Dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid decay
Granny don’t even know the savage she raised, n***a
Aye, 200k get you took off the planet today, n***a
Aye, n***a h**s, I don’t feel ’em
Cut his head like a d**k, let his homeboys deal him
F**k who rockin’ with him
Catch his b***h at the mall while she shoe shopping, n***a
Don’t let him dive, just shoot out the windows, that’s I’m coming
You not faster than no bullets, why is you running?
I be talking to my Glock like, “You be buggin'”
I put Forgi’ on drop, them bitches rubbin’
They like, “Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thuggin'”?
Big Meech was rich, ain’t nobody asked him why was he hustlin’
What y’all need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffin’
Took my FN off my hip like, “You’ve been summoned”
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God s warrior - Tee Grizzley
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