Grip lyrics

by

Quentin Miller


[Intro]
Hitmaka!
Right Now Sound

[Chorus]
Get out my DM witcho messy ass (mess)
I catch your n*gga, I'ma bust his ass (bust)
I dropped a grip on this drip, b*tch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip b*tch

Get out my DM witcho messy ass (mess)
I catch your n*gga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, b*tch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip b*tch

[Verse 1]
I’m up in traffic gettin’ ratchet with my b*tches
I’m doin numbers drop my bag off at Givenchy
I’m up in traffic gettin’ ratchet with my b*tches
I'm way too busy, ain't got no time for taking pictures
Ain't no calling truce, yeah f*ck what you say
It was just a Tuesday, f*ck what you say
I ain't talking movie when that’s a blue ray (blue)
Pull up with that toolie, keep the uzi
Just playing, b*tch
[Chorus]
Get out my DM witcho messy ass (mess)
I catch your n*gga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, b*tch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip b*tch

Get out my DM witcho messy ass (mess)
I catch your n*gga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, b*tch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip b*tch

[Verse 2]
Ay, Buscemi jacket with the patches on it
Ay, I switch it up and made a rachet on 'em
sh*t, I might come through on the jet
Stylin on em’ pus*y ho where they at
Everything exotic, got Chanel head to toe
All my diamonds solid, I ain’t gon miss you when I’m gone, headed to an island
Young Nashe back I gotta learn some sh*t
‘nuff said, still on read where I left the b*tch

[Chorus]
Get out my DM witcho messy ass (mess)
I catch your n*gga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, b*tch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip b*tch
Get out my DM witcho messy ass (mess)
I catch your n*gga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, b*tch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip b*tch
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