Video Gratata de The Administration Mp 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

The Administration Mp - Gratata Lyrics

[Intro]
SOD the gang
DP on the beat
Yeah, man, you already know who it is, King Soulja (Baow)
PJ Beats
Stacks on Deck Money Gang (Money boys)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (Baow)
Money comin’ in, it ain’t none stoppin’ us (No stoppin' us)
SOD the gang, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (Gang)
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at ya)
Pull up on yo' block and they droppin’ ya (They droppin' ya, turn up)
SOD the gang, bitch, ain’t shit stoppin’ us (Baow)

[Verse 1]
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Boom)
Shooters in the back and the front, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at ya)
All my niggas comin’, boy, they droppin’ ya (They droppin' ya)
Fifty thousand on my chain, whip it like tilapia (Oh)
I be in that 'Rari, ain’t none stoppin’ us (No stoppin' us)
Fuck the police, they ain’t shit, they ain’t cops to us (They [?])
SOD the gang, and you know we up (Know we up)
Bitch, look at my chain and my rang, ya sick, ya throwin’ up (Ya throwin' up)
Nigga, know my gang, what I’m throwin’ up (Throwin' up)
Fuckin’ wit' 100, I swear you get a uppercut (Baow)
I be shootin’ choppas, it ain’t none to us (Ain't none to us)
Pull up on yo' block and I bet I bust (Baow)
[Chorus]
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at ya)
Money comin’ in, it ain’t none stoppin’ us (Ain't none stoppin' us)
SOD the gang, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (Gang)
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Baow)
Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (They pop at ya)
Pull up on yo' block and they droppin’ ya (They droppin' ya)
SOD the gang, bitch, ain’t shit stoppin’ us

[Verse 2]
Callin' all my shooters and they pop at ya (They poppin' ya)
We pull up big guns and we chop you off (They chop you off)
SOD the gang, bitch, you know wassup (Gang)
A hunnid bricks wrapped in a Porsche truck (Baow)
My dad was a hustler (A hustler)
Standin’ on the block, sellin’ dope, it was none to us (Uh)
I pull up on yo' block and ya know I bust (Ya know I bust)
Forgiatos sittin’ underneath my brand new Bentley truck (My Bentley truck)
Pull up to the trap (Skrr), and they like, "What the fuck?" (Skrr, skrr)
Fuck 12, fuck the police (Skrr), they ain’t none to us
SOD the gang, and my gun I trust (Trap, [?])
Pull up on yo' block and let it bust (Boom, boom)

[Chorus]
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya
Money comin’ in, it ain’t none stoppin’ us (No stoppin' us)
SOD the gang, bitch, you knowin' that we guapin' (SOD, bitch)
Pull up on yo' block, gratata (Baow)
Call up my shooters, they come through, and yeah, they pop at ya (Baow)
Pull up on yo' block and they droppin’ ya (They droppin' ya)
SOD the gang, bitch, ain’t shit stoppin’ us
[Outro]
PJ Beats
DP on the beat