Grabba (Remix)

(Okay, Kino, I see you)

(Draco)

Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes

Gang

(Yes)

(Boom)

This grip it gon'

Punch like grabba (uh)

Niggas ain't never on nada

I need them

Bucks like Giannis

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster (uh)

I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (boom) (uh)

I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (boom) (uh)

I'ma go hop out and (yes)

I'ma go hop out and

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Those were the facts, facts, facts

I keep a strap, strap (nah)

So how could I lack, lack, lack?

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Those were the facts, facts, facts

I keep a st- (yes)

So how can I-? (Gang)

They call me Big Suno, never lack

I keep a grippy stuffed up in the sack

I got this .45 up in the bag

Please do not post the live of where you at

Niggas gon' hate and talk, but never mind it

If I see oppers, tell that bitch to line 'em

I cannot fuck if shorty not exotic

She got a man and said, "Let's get me naughty"

I'm gettin' heavy money than my teachers

I sip on Henny, I don't do the liters

Told her to rate me on a scale from one through ten

Goddamn, I nearly broke the meter

I got a bad bitch named Aaliyah

She give me top, I'm takin' off her sneakers

Oh, that's your friend? Come in, she can join too

Like, fuck it, we gon' have a threesome

I'm in a big body not a beamer

I'm in my prime, like 'Bron playin' Cleveland

Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it

She wanna bump my music, but don't leak it

I feel like Trey Songz with the steadies

Oh, that's your wife? I'm grabbing on her wetty

I might just hit and pass her to the lefty

She said she love me, I don't let her text me

This grip it gon'

Punch like grabba (uh)

Niggas ain't never on nada

I need them

Bucks like Giannis

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster (uh)

I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (boom) (uh)

I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (boom) (uh)

I'ma go hop out and (yes)

I'ma go hop out and

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Those were the facts, facts, facts

I keep a strap, strap (nah)

So how could I lack, lack, lack?

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Those were the facts, facts, facts

I keep a st- (yes)

So how can I-? (Gang)

Look

Spliff gon' beat now fuck the greaze

You a treesh get up on your knee's

After this nut, told her to cut (gotta go)

Fuck where you go

But you gotta leave

I ain't have shit pockets was slim

Now my suvy's come from overseas (from overseas)

Run around two step then he bleed (bleed)

Then I send him back overseas

My roady go click-clack, let me have it (let me have 'em)

Mag empty we aim at his six-pack

All my niggas they know to get back

You ain't solid break him like a Kit-Kat

Yo, Suno?

We tough up, backcourt duo

Fly to the Yams with a few hoes

Lamb' chop Urus, fuck the two doors

This grip it gon'

Punch like grabba (uh)

Niggas ain't never on nada

I need them

Bucks like Giannis

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster (uh)

I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (boom) (uh)

I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (boom) (uh)

I'ma go hop out and (yes)

I'ma go hop out and

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Those were the facts, facts, facts

I keep a strap, strap (nah)

So how could I lack, lack, lack?

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Those were the facts, facts, facts

I keep a st- (yes)

So how can I-? (Gang)