Gross lyrics

[Intro]
(That sh*t is f*cking trash)

[Verse 1: Viss]
Lean in my cup, my green dose
She give me top, she see me close
Motherf*ckers spaz, on my laws
You get no money, that’s just gross
You get no money, make me sick
Walking in the function, I’m wearing that Rick
If you talk down, you get shot with this blick
If you talk down, you get shot with a stick
I'm in the bands, selling the brick
You is a fan, liking my pic'
My sh*t be bad, she is so thick
I know you mad you ain’t with the clique (Ah)
Yeah, I know you mad because you ain’t in the gang
I get 2 Glocks and fill em' with paint
If you talk down, we bringing that pain
Monkey nuts and that choppa got range
If he got ice, then we stealing yo' chain
DRSC, yo' gotta bang
Look at my denims, Helmet Lang

[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
b*tch we getting walked in
Smoke straight out the pack
And— and that buddy keep talking
Know that stupid sh*t wack
I’m— I’m with 19', run that back
Tell— tell him, “n*ggas in the trap”
Yeah, that sack, I’m too bad
I told coach, “don’t put me in last”
I think I fell in love with lean
Run up 4 racks in 1 week
Bad— Bad boy, you too weak
I’m with gang, kicking sh*t with my feet
n*ggas ain’t been asleep 1 week
I get money, you get sleep—
You let yo' buddy leave you
It’s all up in my leaves
Barrett in my jeans, what’s up in your jeans?
Bad ass li' ho' stay mean
Bad ho' think I'm mean
b*tch I got that dope
Lean dirty, yeah you clean
Knock that li' ah fade off yo' head, leave it clean
[Outro: Viss & OsamaSon]
(Bee, yeah— yeah)
(That sh*t is f*cking trash)
(Bee, bee, bee)
(Yeah— yeah, yeah)
(Run that bag)