Grits

Yeah, X out, nigga

Aye

I know some little niggas really getting to a bag

I'm talking about doing better than a lot of you ground-eyed niggas, fool

I'm talking about up and rolls, knocking hoes

These little niggas is not fucking around

Wake up early morning with them grits on the plate

You can run your mouth, I'ma run me up some pipe

Hop me in the hood where it ain't safe

Give me work, in the phone, I'ma make some shit

Hit my line, bend the corner, I'ma style

I'ma pull up so fast like you caught a cow

Weed smells strong, smoking all this dope

This is not OG, this some guys

Yeah, you know, I keep a strap like a style

There's some niggas on the east that I got love for

If you fucked up, what the fuck you in the club for?

Hey, but nowadays, I've been rapping in the booth

But I can still make a hundred disappear like poo

Six point stars on my body should have been a Jew

And rest in peace, the big one, lil' brody got it

Hey, lil' tribe, keep this shit going, brody, stay focused

Hey, you gotta keep them squares out your circles

Getting crossed by your man's, brody, that'll hurt you

I be mixing turtle with the purple

And I ain't into sharing juice, 'cause this shit personal

Unless you bless me, then I bless back

Five zaps to that red, that a light ride

Down goes Frazier, ain't no fighting out

Nigga, I get funny with that juice, I don't like that

No, I don't know niggas

All I know is that you be around them poor niggas

And I be around them killers, and them dope dealers

Your baby mama let us all fuck just to smoke with us