Gritz lyrics
by Izaya Tiji
[Intro]
Hey, Soulja
[Chorus]
Slit my foe, I'm spilling my grits
Switching on me n*gga, I made your ass rich
Glocks out at Atlanta, he tipped
I had racks on my mind since a lil' jit
I'm clutching that nine, she clutching my di*k
[Verse]
Lil b*tch, .762 in the stick
Racks on they mind, leave his ass blitzed
Can't f*ck wit' the time, I got that boy hit
Bad hoe, she a slimey b*tch
Yeah, she a slimey lil' b*tch
Catch his b*tch, now he can't say sh*t
And the Perc ten gave him lil' itch
Yeah, I don't need no visa to slide on sh*t
Just like a dog, you n*ggas biting sh*t
n*gga know that I get high as sh*t
Just pulled up on a n*gga, fry his sh*t
Err, slime sh*t
Like a bird, I'm flying sh*t
Work-in this college b*tch
Lurk, then slide on him
Burst-in the choppa
Burst-in the choppa
Burst-in the choppa
Burst-in the choppa
I'm finna walk him down bruh
Once I'm back, just wipe me down, yuh
Don't tell me, just clock this clown, yuh
Ooh, ooh yes, put his ass down, yeah
Big bullets that may make a sound, yeah
I'm tryna uhh, catch me with the rounds
That n*gga so cooked, he geekin' right now
I'm reading a book, he losing his mouth
Let it be said, I nut in her mouth
I left my phone at the drill, them cameras stay out
I left the colored gloves while I'm taking 'em out, yeah
I love my slime and my scout, yeah, Killin' nerds in they house
She get freaky, yeah, yeah, in that blouse
Steppin' on my n*ggas, might call 'em my stound
My old head n*ggas still moving them pounds
Grrah, grrah, fuh
[Chorus]
Slit my foe, I'm spilling my grits
Switching on me n*gga, I made your ass rich
Glocks out at Atlanta, he tipped
I had racks on my mind since a lil' jit
I'm clutching that nine, she clutching my di*k
[Outro]
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Pew, pew