​gritz lyrics

[Intro]
Damn trgc made that

[Verse 1]
Dropping these racks (Dropping these racks)
Dropping these racks on his head
I'm f*cking this b*tch (I'm f*cking this b*tch)
I'm f*cking this b*tch are you sick (are you sick, sick)
I got me that bag (I got me that bag)
I spent my first check on that rick (rick)
We don't do no-ones (We don't do no-ones)
Yeah and we jumping you taking your sh*t (sh*t)
I don't give a f*ck about sh*t (I don't give a f*ck about sh*t)
Prada bag cost your rent, these n*ggas just pretend
Me and my twinny gonna win, we on your block committing them sins
I trade them off, I don't want no friends

[Verse 2]
I'm going up too much (I'm going up too much)
I'm cutting you off [?] too much
n*ggas be lying, n*ggas do nothing too [?]
You getting racks, I get the money too much
I'm f*cking this hoe in the back of a tour bus (tour bus)
Bringing these hoes (bringing these hoes) and
She got a man (she got a man)
My n*gga [?] but that wasn't the plan
Cut that hoe off cause she was a fan
These b*tches boring, they be boring and bland
Chips, I just wanna count up the chips
You can get [?] on gritz
I had a pack it got flipped
n*gga just stick to the script
I think this hoe need a lift
After I hit Imma dip
(Imma dip, Imma dip, Imma dip)