God's Warrior (Explicit) 歌詞
God's Warrior (Explicit) - Tee Grizzley
You know everything a n***a say be facts man like
I hope they don't play this s**t in court 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' n***as 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 gon' 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 b***hes I beat bodies
I just bought some chain reactions
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 s***t the house up
Lay in they bushes 'til your legs lock up
Whoever walk outside first drop some
Lift that chopper up go nuts 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 yeah
Sharks and hustlers I'm from the D yeah
Bring a n***a to the feast yeah
We not stingy homie eat
He get greedy put him to sleep
They gotta identify him by his teeth
We gon' k**l you if you freeze
When your job was to squeeze n***a
N***a n***a n***a
I gotta like fraking on this flame flame
I got an Uzi and sound like boom
I got a Draco and it sound like boom sheesh
Knock your s**t open the bullets explosive
Fall and you getting stood-over come here
Can't run out of bullets in a shootout
Taking my time counting as I'm blowin'
Yeah drumsticks guitar-sized 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 him see us up at the range
That's practice okay 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 savage she raised n***a
Ayy 200k get you took off the planet today
N***a holy water
Ayy n***a hoes I don't feel 'em feel 'em
Cut his head like a d**k
Let his homeboys deal him b***h
F**k who rockin' with him
Catch his b***h at the mall while she shoe shopping n***a
Don't let him dodge just s***t out the windows
That's how I'm coming
That's how I'm coming
You not faster than no bullets
Why is you running
F**k is you runnin'
I be talking to my glock like
You be buggin' b***h you be trippin'
I put forgi's on my drop them b***hes rubbin'
Skrrt skrrt
They like Grizzley bro you rich
Why is you thuggin'
Why am I thuggin'
Big Meech was rich
Ain't nobody asked him why was he hustlin'
Why was he hustlin'
What y'all need to ask is
These n***as why they be bluffin'
Fake a*s n***as
Took my FN off my hip like
You've been summoned bop bop bop bop