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Part I

[Verse: GRIP & TU!]
Everywhere I go I keep the heat tucked
Probably in a '96 Impala and the seat's plush
f*ck around and double down on you cheap f*cks
They sayin', "GRIPPER drops the sh*t that f*cks the streets up"
Two fingers in the air, but ain't no peace up (Ain't no peace up)
Every n*gga round me packin' like the lease up
That's just how we move
Set up shop and show these younger n*ggas how to boom
Yeah, way before I ever was the best n*gga out
I was crashin' with homies (Crashin' with homies)
n*ggas slept on the couch (Slept on the couch)
Was catchin' plays, North, East, West, and the South
Yeah, shoebox money, I ain't had no checking account (Checking account)
Mama out there slavin' for a lesser amount (Lesser amount)
Now I take care of whatever she be stressin' about
Had to boss up, want yo' first win? Put the work in
n*ggas lurkin', if you scared, go to church then (Uh)

[Chorus: TU!]
Freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (Yeah, yeah, lap)
Simmer down, my n*gga, your pen is all cap (Yeah, yeah, cap)
Never stress a problem, I sleep with my strap (Yeah, yeah, strap)
Please don't take a nap 'cause snoozers get clapped (Ah, ah)
Freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (Yeah, yeah, lap)
Simmer down, my n*gga, your pen is all cap (Yeah, yeah, cap)
Never stress a problem, I sleep with my strap (Yeah, yeah, strap)
Please don't take a nap 'cause snoozers get clapped (Ah, ah)
Part II

[Intro: GRIP]
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus: GRIP]
Cut a b*tch up like sensei
Wife that give a f*ck what my friends say
Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte
Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J
Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K
Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte
Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh

[Verse: GRIP]
Keep a mop like a janitor
And if not, thirty shots from the Glocky will handle ya
Your whole posse's some amateurs
I got n*ggas that can't even get into Canada
Who the f*ck is a fan of bro?
I'll spit at his mom and her son, word to Pamela
Get to Kevin Durant-in ya
Easy money, who say they can guard the boy?
He's a dummy, if you gon' keep one thing, keep some money
If you gon' keep two things, add a blicky
Shoot it out if situations that sticky
I ain't stoppin' 'til that motherf*cker empty
n*gga actin', someone give him a Emmy
Give him a Oscar, he an imposter
Give this sh*t to you straight, check the posture
I got too many hoes on my roster, yeah
[Chorus: GRIP]
Cut a b*tch up like sensei
Wife that give a f*ck what my friends say
Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte
Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J
Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K
Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte
Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh
Cut a b*tch up like sensei
Wife that give a f*ck what my friends say
Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte
Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J
Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K
Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte
Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh