Free Baby Grizz, Pt. 3

(album: Chapters Of The Trenches - 2022)

I ain't playing, nigga
I ain't playing, nigga (Yeah)
(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
Look at my watch, look at my wrist
Not like your man, he ain't shining like this (No cap, nigga)
Not like your man, he ain't grinding like this (For real though)
And even if he was, he know I'm a Blood (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Ayy, if a bitch say some opp shit to me, I'm offing her (What?)
Stuck around when she see my chain, I ain't hogging her (She know it)
Make her shake something when I eat it, call it dogging
Niggas ain't fucking with me like they good parole officers (Soft as hell)
Oh, that bitch ain't know I was that nigga? Nigga, her fault (Bitch, that's her fault)
Hundred Sigs in the hood, boy, my turf bought (I bought it all)
Spent a bag on my shoes just to earth walk (Gang)
'Bout to race twin 'Cats 'til the tires burn off (Skrrt)
Heavyweight, you ain't gon' catch me on no light shit (Heavyweight)
So much jewelry on, I don't need the lights, bitch (Bitch)
Mona Lisa, drape that bitch in gold, pussy priceless (Ayy)
Baby Grizz, five hundred on the ice kit, bitch
Bitch, you knew I was that nigga, nigga, beat it (Beat it)
Thirty ball, I need it
Know I got the cheese in
Fifty top, bottom icy, mouth like I'm teething (Ice)
Say she with it, put it on the set, on the B's then (On the set)

Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), slugs in his wig
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), slugs in the Sig
Plug with the bitch, get drugged with a Sig
Thugging again, they know Bloods in the mid
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), thug with a Sig
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), drug with a Sig
Thugging again, Bloods in the mid (Boom, boom, boom)
Ayy, ayy, them Bloods in the mid

Bitch, I'm that nigga, nigga
That nigga, nigga
I ain't feeling niggas (Ayy)
I get rid of niggas
Love my villain niggas (Love my villain niggas)
Pull up killing killers
Four hundred for my nigga Pilla, bitch, I been a hitter (Love my dawg)
I'm heavy hearted, I can't let these bitches play with me (Ayy, I can't)
I'm upping it, ain't really shit you can say to me (Ayy, you can't)
Just bought a Benz just to get that boy to A to B (Skrtt)
Lil' baby fell to her knees, told her, "Pray to me" (Pray to me)
Hit the Bentley dealership, told 'em, "Taking me" (Taking me)
I can show you how to double up, bake a ki' (Bake a ki')
This lil' shit these niggas talking really make believe (Oh, they lyin')
Just hit a bad bitch, she modeling for Maybelline
Back like I never left the streets (Ayy)
Pushing Maybach with my name on the seats (Ayy)
Still in the field, Grizz gang on my cleats (Yeah, yeah)
All the competition bold or ain't even in my reach (They gone)
All my forty niggas hold it down, huh? (Forty, forty)
Everything five hundred 'til they drown, huh? (Forty, forty)
Hoes like, "You came home to a pile, huh?" (Yeah)
You think I don't know that's why you stayed around, huh? (Yeah)
Ayy, I used to call hoes like, "Baby, send me some flicks" (Come on)
Now I'm on my money phone talking to a tick (Come on)
Now it's double F, double G's on my fit (Come on)
Now it's double, uh, shoot, Scottie Hottie Pipp' (Come on)

Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), yeah, thugs in the mid
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), plugged with a Sig
Drug with the bitch, plugged with a Sig
Thugging again, bloods in the mid
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), thugging again
Ayy (Blah), ayy (Blah), bloods in the mid
Plugging again, drugged with a Sig
Thugging again, them bloods in the mid