[Intro]
(Ooh, you're pushing my luck a little bit too far)
(Oh yeah)
(I don't think you know, I don't think you know)
(A Lau on the beat)
Uh
(I [?] Matt, with these beats)
Yeah
[Hook: Shawny Binladen]
Sippin' on wock bitch you know I be leaning
Bitch stop playing bitch you know I'm a demon
Head tap gang yeah we leave that boy, uh
Head tap gang yeah we leave that boy dreaming
Opp got popped now his momma left grieving
Bitch give me matha would have thought she was teasing
Fuck all the opps we could never be even
Boy dropped the dub that's why he ain't breathing
Oh yеah
I was the young nigga trapping the crack rock
Me and bro dumping mags on thе back block
Can't fold gang, no laptop
On a opp block new lamp chop
So much Glocks got a nigga hand hot
How that nigga up but his man popped?
Gave her a perc then I made her pants drop
[Verse 2: Big Gltaow]
(Gltaow uh, big gltaow, Uh, gltaow, uh)
(Big gltaow, uh)
Boy was a opp now that boy in the air
Diamonds they bling my VVs they clear
Grinching so hard they say it ain't fair
Shop in Amiri and I get every pair
My gun go gltaow it sound like a bear
Free the whole gang locked down on a tear
My miri's got rips and it came with a tear
Keep me a gltaow and I throw up my gear
(Uh gltaow, big gltaow)
Brand new gltaow and it came with a, uh
Brand new gltaow and it came with a fifty
Lil bro shoot when he carry the stitchy
Grinch in the trap this road get risky
Pass me the wock, I don't want me no whiskey
Back out the gltaow then you run like Ricky
(Gltaow uh, big gltaow)
[Verse 3: Big Yaya]
(Ya, ya, ya)
Lil bro got the G, shoot movies like 50
Why they call you the Grinch? I'll climb down your chimney
I'm tryna turn the beamer to a Bentley
That's a baby 40 hold it gently
Road running state to state up in a renty
Take the pint off the spot everyday if they let me
If I ain't bond out they would have kept me
Music got them talking about me like they met me
All up in the field, feelin' like Messi
Word to mom, turned an opp block still left it messy
If you ain't dropping matha don't text me
Got a doorman call him Jeffrey
On court with a tech and there ain't no referee
(Grruh, grruh, grruh, grruh)
I'm stepping even though my yellows gon' step for me
My first real grinchinista was Stephanie
I told that kid your mom's gotta buy a vasectomy
Gotta buy drank or a feature just to get next to me
It's crazy how a crack fiend used to lecture me
I'll be on the chicken-like sesame
Just pull a bitch why you texting me
Call the trap phone don't message me
(Brr, Brr)
[Hook: Shawny Binladen]
Oh yeah
Sippin' on wock bitch you know I be leaning
Bitch stop playing bitch you know I'm a demon
Head tap gang yeah we leave that boy, uh
Head tap gang yeah we leave that boy dreaming
Opp got popped now his momma left grieving
Bitch give me matha would have thought she was teasing
Fuck all the opps we could never be even
Boy dropped the dub that's why he ain't breathing
Oh yeah
I was the young nigga trapping the crack rock
Me and bro dumping mags on the back block
Can't fold gang, no laptop
On a opp block new lamp chop
So much Glocks got a nigga hand hot
How that nigga up but his man popped?
Gave her a perc then I made her pants drop