Lyrics
Yeah, man
It's like this shit gettin' easier and easier, man
I ain't even no rapper and I'm off the 30s
Uh, you know, all that good shit (Turn me up, Trad)
GMM Lil Grouchyy (Know that), that's my name, bitch, get it right
We gon' slide for weeks
This shit for B, we killin' shit on sight (You know that)
Paid a G for this new Gen, fuck I look like tryna fight?
Dissin' B come with some caskets, niggas gon' play with they life
I can't say too much inside my songs, the feds been tryna tweak
Brand-new switch on my 10 milli'
They know Grouchyy went on a streak (You know that)
Park the car and get on feet, I never shot from out that Jeep
Heard your lil' homie just died and you ain't slide, your ass weak, uh
Who want smoke with gang? (Mm-hmm)
Who want some with us? (Huh?)
GMM a problem, Chucky like forty plus (Hmm)
12 just hit the lights and then Lil Timmy gave 'em dust (For real)
Money long as Giannis, bitch, I'm playin' for the buck
Spot you, then I got you, ain't no runnin' when I shoot
I hang out the window, Wooski bouncin' out the roof (Grrah)
We just left a drill, so this mission number two (Damn)
Caught him pants down, I know his homies overblew (Ha)
Fuck my opps, they ain't on shit (Huh?)
Fuck my opps, they ain't on shit (Huh?)
Fuck my opps, they ain't on shit (Mm)
Man, fuck my opps, they ain't on shit