Lyrics Dropped The Lo – Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby
N**gas ain’t even got no opps
Who y’all talkin’ ’bout in them songs
I got a opp can’t even look me eye to eye
‘Cause one of s**t gone
People keep tellin’ me that I’m beefin’ with a Pit’
I call my four-five a leash, s**t’ll make a n**ga sit
Oh, yeah
Pop out when it’s hot out, find a b**ch to f**kin’ skate on
Pop out when it’s cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin’ safe, you n**gas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin’ out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin’, put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, n**ga, stay home
Get a n**ga touched anywhere ’cause my pap’ long
I be tryna get a n**ga face like a ray sword
Ayy, pop out in my city, all my J on, brand new Gucci coat
Two types of people that don’t like me, p**sy n**gas, goofy h0es
N**gas ain’t even got no opps, who y’all talkin’ ’bout in them songs
I got a opp can’t even look me eye to eye ’cause one of s**t gone
We ain’t ’bout to play with no n**ga, boy, or no b**ch
Run up on ’em, dump the whole clip, yeah, that’s some cold s**t
Not a goofy when it come to smoke, I ain’t gon’ post s**t
And when these n**gas get they brains scattered, I don’t know s**t
Used to beat n**gas’ a*s back in the day, now I pop n**gas
You be with them n**gas I don’t like, you might die with ’em
I was broke, I caught the DDOT, now the top missin’
F**k the opps, them n**gas be put up like the dry dishes
Ayy, Skilla, they can’t f**k with us on street s**t or rap s**t
Me and Mu in the London, b**ches f**kin’ off our accent
I text like thirty h0es, Good morning ‘fore I eat breakfast
They can turn the lights off and annex ’cause our necks lit
Pop out when it’s hot out, find a b**ch to f**kin’ skate on
Pop out when it’s cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin’ safe, you n**gas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin’ out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin’, put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, n**ga, stay home
Get a n**ga touched anywhere ’cause my pap’ long
I be tryna get a n**ga face like a ray sword
Them boys ain’t my motherf**kin’ opps, them my custo’
Gang for the iPhones, they be gettin’ touched on
Chopper crush bones, we bust h0es and tough tones
It don’t matter what the f**k wrong, strap your nuts on
I been ridin’ ’round with money and blicks since a jit
I been tweakin’, sendin’ hit, all this over a kit
People keep tellin’ me that I’m beefin’ with a Pit’
I call my four-five a leash, s**t’ll make a n**ga sit
I up three Ms on the ‘Gram, it make ’em sick
Chain doin’ the Uzi dance every time I take a pic’
Got the hook on my dick, I can’t even take a piss
None of my guns borin’, everythin’ got a switch
Tryna blow a n**ga like a candle, make a wish
Every time me and Tee in the club, it’s a light show
I just f**ked the opps, striker up, call GEICO
Up the Drac’ and knock a n**ga stomach off like some lipo’, ha
Pop out when it’s hot out, find a b**ch to f**kin’ skate on
Pop out when it’s cold, Gucci coat and all my J on
Play with somethin’ safe, you n**gas tryna keep they face on
Extension hangin’ out that Glock ten, look like a payphone
Wake up in the mornin’, put my Amiris then my K on
If you really tryna play it safe, n**ga, stay home
Get a n**ga touched anywhere ’cause my pap’ long
I be tryna get a n**ga face like a ray sword…
