Grittin lyrics

[Intro: Real Gritter Mark]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)
Yeah, Real Gritter Official, n*gga
I'm the first young n*gga fifteen to bring twenty back from the road, you old broke-ass n*ggas
Boyz ENT, n*gga

[Verse 1: Real Gritter Mark]
A n*gga tried to pull my ho card a few times
But I been out here thuggin', robbin' n*ggas with a deuce-five
And I just came up off this lick and bought a new 9
A n*gga shot at me, I shot back, hit him a few times
Everybody tough when they with they clique at school
But when you catch them n*ggas solo, n*ggas sweeter than some juice
Everybody ask me, Lil Mark was BGB
It mean Born Ghetto Babies, now b*tch, come and cop some tree
And I dare a n*gga try me, on my mama, I ain't sweet
Y'all gon' find his head blown off like they did Martin Luther King
They say rap different, n*gga, this is all I know
Mark, how you make your money? 'Cause my prices is so low
And don't try to tax me, 'cause n*gga, I ain't slow
If you ain't never did sh*t for me, then don't call me lil' bro
But I'ma keep chillin', I'm just waitin' 'til I blow
But in the meantime, tell your mom come cop some more
She spendin' money on crack, so now y'all sleepin' on the floor

[Interlude: Real Gritter Mark]
Damn
I forgot about your airbed, bro, my fault
Look
[Verse 2: Real Gritter Mark]
I lined a n*gga up like some motherf*ckin' Andies
Your b*tch go cuckoo for my nuts, I'ma call that lil' ho Sandy
And I just bought a walker for your dusty-ass granny
That b*tch made me mad, so I pushed her off the landing
I gotta keep on scraping, get it out the pot
Everybody bulletproof until they get they ass popped
And I love your grandpa, man, that is my favorite wop
I gave his ass a tester, he couldn't move to wipe his snot
Like my brother Chris said, I'm just tryna gas this b*tch
He a lame, ain't got a role, ooh, we finna lash this b*tch
This n*gga move iffy, then we might just kidnap this b*tch
His mom lookin' for him, find her ass and then slap that b*tch
When we kill this n*gga, hide his body in a mattress
I like my b*tches classy with a little bit of ratchetness
This n*gga flexin' with his uncle chain, I'ma snatch that b*tch
This n*gga lame as hell, in the club doin' the Cabbage Patch and sh*t

[Interlude: Real Gritter Mark & Rio Da Yung OG]
Like bro, what the f*ck is you doin'?
You forty years old tryna give me advice, n*gga
I hit the road and brought twenty back, you broke-ass n*gga (sh*t)
Rio, let me hear somethin'
Alright, Ghetto Boys sh*t, n*gga
Alright, come on, oh
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Oh, we was talkin' 'bout pape'? I got an eighty on me
I got seven pounds of money, it's a baby on me
How the f*ck them n*ggas didn't die? We dropped eighty on 'em
Thirty-two hundred spent at Saks, you shop at Macys, don't you?
I need another cheap pint, call your auntie for me
Oh, you flashin' twenty-some thousand? That's my baby money
Hair nappy, b*tch, I'm tryna get Jay-Z money
Wock' three a line, we just dropped a six, that's eighteen hundred
A n*gga'll put a chain 'round my neck 'fore he take one from me
f*ck you hard, I don't make love, I just be makin' money
Invested damn near sixty racks, I just paid for money
I don't owe you sh*t, I'll give you my word, it's the same as money
Helmut Lang on my body, that's like eight hundred
All my opps like some shy strippers, they ain't shakin' nothin'
I got a gun under my arm, you ain't takin' nothin'
I ain't never wore no rollerblades, diamonds skatin' for me

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG & Real Gritter Mark]
Yeah, n*gga, my diamonds skatin', n*gga
I went to Golden Sun, n*gga, this sh*t hit different
Ghetto Boys sh*t
What up, Real Gritter Mark?
B-Ride
What up, Tay?
From Akron to Flint, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin' on
Ayy, let me hear that, Grape