STAY WIT MY GRIMZ lyrics

[Intro: Raccz]
Hold up ([?] so nasty)
(Mm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
It's Raccz on this sh*t, man, f*ck it, man

[Chorus: Raccz]
Come and stay wit' my G
I stay wit' my G, I ain't ever been shot
You ain't ever bend a block on a opp
n*ggas be talkin' like they make somethin' drop
I made ten for my block, no flop
Call up shh–, gon' pour up the Wock', like
V8 when I'm diggin' through the traffic
Your b*tch suckin' di*k from the pass' seat

[Verse 1: Raccz]
[?] pass me
[?] Sally
[?] bring the ratty
[?] too chatty, like
[?] wish they could whack us
[?] no back-up
[?] that I'm masked up
[?] put the flag up, like
[?] out the Cali'
[?] wit' my Jackie
[?] let 'em pack me
[?] doin' us badly, like
[?] stay out the way
[?] bring it today
'Cause Tucker itchin'–
'Cause Tucker itchin', he don't know what to spray
[?] found me a way
[?] comin' to play
[?] know what to say, like, hold up
[?] not
[?] no pot
[?] catchin' a shot
[?] somethin' they not
[Verse 2: Tucker Hundredz]
Nig-n*ggas know nothin' 'bout missions
[?] livin' for a imagе
[?] never spinnin'
[?] distance
[?] with it
[?] I'm giftеd
[?] wit' the Smith N'
([?] hit him)
[?] it's gon' lift him
[?] day
[?]
[?] let's get paid
Chevy, 30K next day
I swear that's all I gotta say

[Chorus: Raccz]
(Come and stay wit' my G
I stay wit' my G, I ain't ever been shot
You ain't ever bend a block on a opp
n*ggas be talkin' like they make somethin' drop
I made ten for my block, no flop
Call up shh–, gon' pour up the Wock', like
V8 when I'm diggin' through the traffic
Your b*tch suckin' di*k from the pass' seat)
[Verse 3: Certi2Sturdy & Raccz]
[?] too classy
[?] pretty and nasty
[?] tell her to pass it
[?] it get tragic
[?] flaggin'?
[?] tactics
[?] you know I'ma blast it
[?] traffic
[?] we pistol-packin'
[?] through the line, [?] say, "What's stackin'?"

[Verse 4: Quelly Woo]
Look, what's crackin', what's the word?
Feel like a creep by the way that I lurk (Lurk)
I'm with Tuck' (He shoot like Dirk)
Fiendin' to put a dizzy into dirt (Dirt)
Tryna put a Choo into ground
Too many Gs, like, too many rounds
I think I see shh–, Certi hawk him down
.40 clappin' like a thunder sound
I'm with Raccz, he make it to them bucks
[?] Kush [?] n*gga to dust
Better get low, like, bullets scadaddle
I brought my tan to the battle
n*ggas pus*y, know we gonna tattle
Free [?], like, [?] gonna tattle
(That was your slime, that was really your bro
[?] show you some n*ggas gon' fold
When they get in that room, everythin' gon' be told, like
Everythin' gon' be known)