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Grittin
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Rio Da Yung OG
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(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as) Yeah, Real Gritter Official, n***a I'm the first young n***a fifteen to bring twenty back from the road, you old broke-a** n***as Boyz ENT, n***a A n***a tried to pull my ho card a few times But I been out here thuggin', robbin' n***as with a deuce-five And I just came up off this lick and bought a new 9 A n***a shot at me, I shot back, hit him a few times Everybody tough when they with they clique at school But when you catch them n***as solo, n***as sweeter than some juice Everybody ask me, Lil Mark was BGB It mean Born Ghetto Babies, now b*t*h, come and cop some tree And I dare a n***a try me, on my mama, I ain't sweet Y'all gon' find his head blown off like they did Martin Luther King They say rap different, n***a, this is all I know Mark, how you make your money? 'Cause my prices is so low And don't try to tax me, 'cause n***a, I ain't slow If you ain't never did sh*t for me, then don't call me lil' bro But I'ma keep chillin', I'm just waitin' 'til I blow But in the meantime, tell your mom come cop some more She spendin' money on crack, so now y'all sleepin' on the floor Damn I forgot about your airbed, bro, my fault Look I lined a n***a up like some motherf**kin' Andies Your b*t*h go cuckoo for my nuts, I'ma call that lil' ho Sandy And I just bought a walker for your dusty-a** granny That b*t*h made me mad, so I pushed her off the landing I gotta keep on scraping, get it out the pot Everybody bulletproof until they get they a** popped And I love your grandpa, man, that is my favorite wop I gave his a** a tester, he couldn't move to wipe his snot Like my brother Chris said, I'm just tryna gas this b*t*h He a lame, ain't got a role, ooh, we finna lash this b*t*h This n***a move iffy, then we might just kidnap this b*t*h His mom lookin' for him, find her a** and then slap that b*t*h When we kill this n***a, hide his body in a mattress I like my b*t*hes cla**y with a little bit of ratchetness This n***a flexin' with his uncle chain, I'ma snatch that b*t*h This n***a lame as hell, in the club doin' the Cabbage Patch and sh*t Like bro, what the f**k is you doin'? You forty years old tryna give me advice, n***a I hit the road and brought twenty back, you broke-a** n***a (Sh*t) Rio, let me hear somethin' Alright, Ghetto Boys sh*t, n***a Alright, come on, oh Oh, we was talkin' 'bout pape'? I got an eighty on me I got seven pounds of money, it's a baby on me How the f**k them n***as didn't die? We dropped eighty on 'em Thirty-two hundred spent at Saks, you shop at Macys, don't you? I need another cheap pint, call your auntie for me Oh, you flashin' twenty-some thousand? That's my baby money Hair nappy, b*t*h, I'm tryna get Jay-Z money Wock' three a line, we just dropped a six, that's eighteen hundred A n***a'll put a chain 'round my neck 'fore he take one from me F**k you hard, I don't make love, I just be makin' money Invested damn near sixty racks, I just paid for money I don't owe you sh*t, I'll give you my word, it's the same as money Helmut Lang on my body, that's like eight hundred All my opps like some shy strippers, they ain't shakin' nothin' I got a gun under my arm, you ain't takin' nothin' I ain't never wore no rollerblades, diamonds skatin' for me Yeah, n***a, my diamonds skatin', n***a I went to Golden Sun, n***a, this sh*t hit different Ghetto Boys sh*t What up, Real Gritter Mark? B-Ride What up, Tay? From Akron to Flint, n***a, you know what the f**k goin' on Ayy, let me hear that, Grape
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