CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Grape Mentality
Ay wreck the club, f**k it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, b*t*h i don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like sosa
Wreck the party, f**k it up, we got strippers in the [?]
b*t*h i'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes [?]
Like a [?], a n***a better not test me
If this n***a do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a n***a down
b*t*h i'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
I'm with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bussin'
Yeah that Glock when I tuck it, if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a mac-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, n***a imma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that b*t*h is on my hip
Imma slam a n***a down, you can call me [?]
Imma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
n***a watch yo f**kin' mouth, fore' I shoot you in the lip
b*t*h i'm stacking all my chips, but I don't f**k with dip
b*t*h I love making n***as bleed, but I f**k with Crips
Wreck the club, f**k it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, b*t*h i don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like sosa
Wreck the party, f**k it up, we got strippers in the [?]
b*t*h i'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes [?]
Like a [?], a n***a better not test me
If this n***a do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
The AR pistol in my hand, b*t*h i don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like sosa
Wreck the party, f**k it up, we got strippers in the [?]
b*t*h i'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes [?]
Like a [?], a n***a better not test me
If this n***a do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a n***a down
b*t*h i'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
I'm with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bussin'
Yeah that Glock when I tuck it, if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a mac-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, n***a imma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that b*t*h is on my hip
Imma slam a n***a down, you can call me [?]
Imma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
n***a watch yo f**kin' mouth, fore' I shoot you in the lip
b*t*h i'm stacking all my chips, but I don't f**k with dip
b*t*h I love making n***as bleed, but I f**k with Crips
Wreck the club, f**k it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, b*t*h i don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like sosa
Wreck the party, f**k it up, we got strippers in the [?]
b*t*h i'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes [?]
Like a [?], a n***a better not test me
If this n***a do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
