Grip lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
I'm checkin' grip (Yeah)
And I got this bad new lil' b*tch I'm trying to pimp (Huh)
Twenty in my hand, that's just from the other week (Week)
P be talkin' cash at these skeetchies trying to peep (Peep)

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
Numbers on the board, countin' cheddar, calculate (Count)
Yeah your sh*t look good, my sh*t better, lookin' great
Yeah I make a juug any weather, any place
Yeah I'm in your hood, any ghetto, any state
Check out my estate, half a milli' for the crib
And that ain't the first, lil' n*gga watch me live
Watch me do it big, drag my nuts on a b*tch
No you cannot f*ck, going tough on a b*tch
I'm cut from the same cloth as Don Juan and Pimp
I'm God in the flesh, I'm going for they neck
I'm dumpin' likе a TEC for my n*ggas represent
I camе for my respect, for my city, I'm a gem
Huh, I'm checkin' grip
Huh, I'm checkin' grip
[Verse 2: Aye Jae]
Man this sh*t sound absurd
f*ck what n*ggas heard, us and Harry it's a purge
n*ggas better play they lane, I advise you never merge
This lil' b*tch think she my main, like sh*t come in his and hers
Matchin' sh*t expensive furs, ratchet b*tches hit the curb
We get b*tches sh*t and hers, KFC just pick a bird
n*ggas pus*y anyway, catch 'em out and switch they words
It ain't too much they could gain, cuff up 'fore I hit your swerve
n*ggas sick, we go state to state just off the hate I'm totin' blick
n*ggas can't even relate, we gettin' paper 'round this b*tch
We be with the movers and the shakers 'round this sh*t
Every verse a thousand, they like I was breakin' down a-
They just pocket watchin' what we makin', that's a grip
n*ggas f*cked up all they options, they ain't take it, that's a risk
f*ck your favorite rapper, how I break 'em, that's a glitch
Probably noose a couple n*ggas, have them hanging off a cliff
Player and coach, I was plottin' from the bench
I know what you n*ggas smokin', I won't cop it off the stench
n*ggas miss they shot like every time that they attempt
Live Forever f*cking records in the sky across a blimp

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
I'm checkin' grip (Yeah)
And I got this bad new lil' b*tch I'm trying to pimp (Huh)
Twenty in my hand, that's just from the other week (Week)
P be talkin' cash at these skeetchies trying to peep (Peep)
[Outro]
Huh, I'm checkin' grip
Huh, I'm checkin' grip