Grizzley Talk
(专辑: Built For Whatever - 2021)
(Jose the
Plug) Ayy Man, this street shit ain't no fun, niggas lost everybody (Everybody) It ain't even fair no more, the
rats be out here catching bodies (Crazy) We ain't 'bout to throw no hands, you know niggas scared to fight (No) Ain't no mercy for these niggas, bro, they ain't gon' spare our life, nigga (Drop his ass) I
just had a
son, I
just had a
cub (My baby) What's even better is he by somebody that I
love (My baby) My real niggas, man, I
love y'all like my blood brothers (On my mama) Hate our name was even attached to certain motherfuckers (On my mama) Opened up them doors for the
D, who gon' say I'm lyin'? If you going off, don't take this bag, this shit ain't worth dying Whole brick of Billie Eilish, stretch it, I
took out a
nine R.I.P. my niggas, love them boys like they still alive (R.I.P. my niggas) MarMar did five, came home, brodie went right back Shit made me sad, I
just wanted bro to get the
bag State dropped the
case (Damn), that mean we gotta fight the
feds Even if we down, we gon' make sure we hold up our heads (For sure that) Seventy percent of my niggas gotta sleep on mats We can't talk for more than fifteen minutes 'less they call me back Gotta use they clothes as a
pillow, what you know 'bout that? Cold bitch, I
only hit her once, but she came back-to-back (That's a
fact) Street took my pops, police gave me back my mama Today, I
see a
little peace, it used to be just drama My niggas went from getting suspended to getting indicted 'Cause they ended up shooting, but we started off just fighting (Free 'em) I
been through them prisons, nigga, I
been in them counties (I been in them counties) I
just did a
feature, nigga, and pro'd a
hundred thousand (Pro'd a
hundred thousand) Ain't gon' speak about these niggas, they some hoes like they mamas Bitches used to ignore me, now they like, "Why we need a
condom?" Ayy Pull up to the
store, I
got a
four, go get a
pop With my day-one nigga and the
plug, told him send a
box I
know he gon' tell me chill, all these feds gon' get us hot You see all this jewelry, but what you better see is this Glock, bitch Yeah, this a
Louis jogging suit, fuck is you talking to? Fuck out the
way when I'm walking through 'fore niggas ball on you I
remember when we all was through, I
couldn't call on you Don't know how to mix the
song, but I
can mix that doggy food (Bring the
press) Boy a
real killer, he ain't no real nigga I
can't pay him for no body, he gon' tell the
cops who sent him (He gon' tell) Caught that pussy after dark, damn, I
thought they was smart (Get on him) Tried to throw it in reverse, boy, we threw his shit in park (Skrrt) In here stacking money, and we been stacking up on choppers I
could leave a
million at my brother house and boy, I
promise He might take some pictures with it, but he ain't gon' steal a
dollar Leave a
thousand at your brother's shit, he running to Wakanda (He outta there) Niggas rats, I
ain't heard shit, I
ain't seen shit Street shit (Street shit), never mind, y'all be on police shit (Police shit) Jumping on the
plane with the
bag, I
be leery But the
loads still all clipped like size thirty-eight Amiris, ayy (Woo) Niggas on my dick, I
see 'em all watching my InstaSnap (Look at 'em) Think you got the
drop, send your nigga through and get him clapped (Send 'em) Buffs look like white on rice (Buffs look like white on rice) Rollie fitted, that bitch hit harder than Iron Mike (That bitch hit harder than Tyson) Yeah, boy, when you was getting your ass beat by your parents I
was watching my parents bagging up grams, dreaming 'bout McLarens I
was facing thirty, kept quiet, ayy, can you do that? (Can you?) Bro called, send a
bag, then I'm like, "You flew through that, nigga" (Damn) I'm richer than everybody that I
went to school with, ayy (Everybody that I
went to school with) Teachers included And I'm just like you, probably worse, I
was on bullshit (I was on bullshit) Matter fact, scratch was, I'm still on bullshit (I'm still on bullshit) They ain't got love for us, gang, they would've showed it (Fuck 'em) Bitch, we be outside so much, niggas think we homeless (We out here) When I
catch your mans, I'm going stupid (Dumb) Can't rap about the
details 'cause I'm gon' really do it Bitch, that money long as train smoke (Bitch, that money long as train) Fuck just him, I
want his gang smoke, ayy (Fuck just him, I
want his gang) I
got a
new crib (New crib), but I
call that bitch my old-school (My old-school) 'Cause that bitch the
same size as my old school (Cody High) I
moved to Cali, they like, "Come back to the
trenches" I
got plugs out here, bro, pop out and fly back with them bitches (Come get 'em) Gang taking niggas hoes, they like, "Come back with our bitches" (Come back) Don't even trip, they gon' be back, but in a
minute, nigga (Calm down, nigga) Knew she was hurt when that bitch text me back like, "Do you" (What?) I
made it even worse, I
text her back like, "Who you?" (Who is this?) I
ain't even fuck, she ate me like the
orange pack of noodles Brodie came home from the
joint and got to trending all on YouTube (The G.O.A.T.) Man, that street shit ain't what's up, niggas lost everybody (We lost everybody) It ain't even fair no more, the
rats be catching bodies (Crazy) We ain't 'bout to throw no hands, niggas scared to fight Ain't no mercy for these niggas, bro, they ain't gon' spare our life, nigga (Bah)