歌曲名 Grizzley Talk(Clean)

歌手名 Tee Grizzley

Jose the Plug

Ayy

Man this street ain't no fun lost everybody

Everybody

It ain't even fair no more the rats be out here catchin' bodies

Crazy

We ain't 'bout to throw no hands you know scared to fight

No

Ain't no mercy for these bro they ain't gon' spare our life

Drop his

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 man I love y'all like my blood brothers

On my mama

Hate our name was even attached to certain motherers

On my mama

Opened up them doors for the D who gon' say I'm lyin'

If you goin' off don't take this bag this ain't worth dyin'

Whole brick of Billie Eilish stretch it I took out a nine

R I P my love them boys like they still alive

R I P my

MarMar did five came home brodie went right back

made me sad I just wanted bro to get the bag

State dropped the case

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 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 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 went from gettin' suspended to gettin' indicted

'Cause they ended up shootin' but we started off just fightin'

Free 'em

I been through them prisons I been in them counties

I been in them counties

I just did a feature and pro'd a hundred thousand

Pro'd a hundred thousand

Ain't gon' speak about these they some they mamas

es 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 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

Yeah this a Louis joggin' suit is you talkin' to

out the way when I'm walkin' through 'fore 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

I can't pay him for no body he gon' tell the cops who sent him

He gon' tell

Caught that after dark I thought they was smart

Get on him

Tried to throw it in reverse boy we threw his in park

Skrrt

In here stackin' money and we been stackin' 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 he runnin' to Wakanda

He outta there

rats I ain't heard I ain't seen

Street

Street

Never mind y'all be on police

Police

Jumpin' on the plane with the bag I be leery

But the loads still all clipped like size thirty eight Amiris ayy

Woo

on my I see 'em all watchin' my InstaSnap

Look at 'em

Think you got the drop send your through and get him clapped

Send 'em

Buffs look like white on rice

Buffs look like white on rice

Rollie fitted that hit harder than Iron Mike

That hit harder than Tyson

Yeah boy when you was gettin' your beat by your parents

I was watchin' my parents baggin' up grams dreamin' 'bout McLarens

I was facin' thirty kept quiet ayy can you do that

Can you

Bro called send a bag then I'm like You flew through that

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 bull

I was on bull

Matter fact scratch was I'm still on bull

I'm still on bull

They ain't got love for us gang they would've showed it

'em

we be outside so much think we homeless

We out here

When I catch your mans I'm goin' stupid

Dumb

Can't rap about the details 'cause I'm gon' really do it

that money long as train smoke

that money long as train

just him I want his gang smoke ayy

just him I want his gang

I got a new crib

New crib

But I call that my old school

My old school

'Cause that 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 es

Come get 'em

Gang takin' they like Come back with our es

Come back

Don't even trip they gon' be back but in a minute

Calm down

Knew she was hurt when that 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 she ate me like the orange pack of noodles

Brodie came home from the joint and got to trendin' all on YouTube

The G O A T

Man that street ain't what's up lost everybody

We lost everybody

It ain't even fair no more the rats be catchin' bodies

Crazy

We ain't 'bout to throw no hands scared to fight

Ain't no mercy for these bro they ain't gon' spare our life

Bah