God's Warrior - Tee Grizzley

Everybody with me clumsy

We all be droppin' shit

Droppin' niggas, droppin' icicles, fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma crib

Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit

Any means, I’m gon' eat

Slide with the tank on full

Leave with the Glock on E

I got a K, it hold a hunnid

But I got lazy, only put 90

Money make your whole team vanish

That’s a paper trick, Origami

I be dolo, don’t need a posse

If you got the wave, I got the tsunami

Chain hit like Ike Turner

But I don’t beat bitches, I beat bodies

I just buss' the Chain Reactions just to stump a nigga in Versace

Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy

You lookin' for me, pussy?

Come find me

And I’m not gon' snatch your chain

I’m gon' take it off politely

So when I go back to sell it, it’s not damaged, not even slightly

Raised 'round killers, that’s how I’m cut

Find out where he stay, I don’t shoot the house up

Lay in that bush till you lames lock up

Whoever walk outside first drop somethin'

Lift that chopper, go nuts

That was his momma?

So what?

Nigga that’s your fault, we wanted your blood

And your bitch take dick like a grown up

I’m a product of them streets

Sharks and hustlers, I’m from the deep

Bring a nigga to the feast

We not stingy, homey, eat

He get greedy, put him to sleep

They gotta identify him by his teeth

We gon' kill you if you freeze when your job was to squeeze, nigga

(I'm here slangin' on display)

I got a Uzi and it sound like (Boom)

I got a Draco and it sound like (Boom)

Sheesh

Knock your shit open, the bullets explosive

Fall and you get stood over

Can’t run outta bullets in a shoot out

Takin' my time, countin' as I’m blowin'

Yeah, drumsticks

Guitar-sized AR’s, we a little band

Rapper dissed me, I made every show like I’m his biggest fan

Hollows in that Sprinter van gon' leave somebody crippled, man

You see your DJ’s brain come through his head, you will turn religious, man

Havin' my way

I’ma see what’s up at the range, let’s practice okay?

(Let's practice okay?)

Dead bodies in the hood, pour acids on it for rapid decay

Granny don’t even know the savage she raised, nigga (Savage she raised nigga)

200K get you took off the planet today nigga (On my mother)

Ay, niggas hoes, I don’t feel 'em

Cut his head like a dick, let his homeboys deal him

Fuck who rockin' with him

Catch his bitch at the mall and she shoe-shoppin' nigga

Don’t let 'em die, just shoot out the windows

That’s how I’m comin' (That's how I’m comin')

You not faster than no bullets, why is you runnin'?

(Fuck is you runnin'?)

I be talkin' to my Glock like you be buggin' (Bitch you be trippin')

I put four G’s on my drop, them bitches revvin' (Skrrt, skrrt)

They like, «Grizzley bro, you rich, why is you thuggin'?"(Why am I thuggin'?)

Big Meech was rich, ain’t nobody ask him why was he hustlin' (Why is he

hustlin'?)

What y’all need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffin' (Fake ass niggas)

Took my FN off my hip like, «You've been summoned"(Bop!)