LYRIC
Numbers Lyrics by GRIP, from the album “STILL (Five & A F*** You)“, music has been produced by TU!, and Time song lyrics are penned down by TU!, J.J. Jackson & W. McCorkle.
Numbers Lyrics
Yeah, granny said ni**as only get what ni**as give
So I gave these ni**as hell just to live how I live
They buryin’ themselves, takin’ digs at the kid
Keep a stick on the side of my bed, and a cig’ on the fridge
Blickies in the couch, put a can on that [?] strictly for the house
And whispered in your shower
And I keep that 2011 with me like a spouse
Precise with that bit, could knock a whisker off a mouse
Blackout all of my whips, [?] all of my contracts
Double stack all of my clips, do the dash on your scat pad
Packed out show to see GRIP, I do this shit in my sleep, bruh
Ni**as ain’t never had shit, the f*ck you mad at me for?
Rippin’ up an eviction notice in the crib with roaches
Ni**a, light will be a blur if you don’t shift your focus
Came out on the other side, picture perfect
Could’ve been a victim of a homicide, shit was worth it
Clutch metal to offset my trust level (One)
Bust several so I’m standin’ when the dust settle (Two)
f*ck a ceiling, never let ’em box you in (Three)
Touch a million, stretch it with your partner, then (Four)
Do that shit again, do that shit again (Five)
Put some numbers on the board, ni**a, get a win (Six)
Get another win, then another win (Another one)
Runnin’ up the score, baby, rub it in
Last year I got a bigger plate and left you lames starvin’ for scraps
I triple rates, but you can blame Marshall for that
Park in the [?], sparkin’ the pack, choppers attack
I got it covered like a trunk with a tarp on the back
What up, Ant? We been goin’ hard to the rat
Before I started to rap and me and Tigg fold flats
When you see a real ni**a, you gotta tip your hat
And since I’m a real ni**a, I do just that
Stray Society, I got my dawgs in this bitch
Keep your mind off of mine, maybe y’all can get rich
If you gon’ play the game, know the flaws in the risk
Done seen to many ni**as slip and fall for the glits
We some real ni**as, you build with ’em, it ain’t a lot of us
You tweakin’ if you got less dollars than followers
All that tweetin’, ni**as lookin’ like fans
But we eatin’ off our words, GRIP cooking, goddamn
Clutch metal to offset my trust level (One)
Bust several so I’m standin’ when the dust settle (Two)
f*ck a ceiling, never let ’em box you in (Three)
Touch a million, stretch it with your partner, then (Four)
Do that shit again, do that shit again (Five)
Put some numbers on the board, ni**a, get a win (Six)
Get another win, then another win (Another one)
Runnin’ up the score, baby, rub it in
SONG INFO:
Song: Numbers
Artist: GRIP
Album: STILL (Five & A F*** You) (2023)
Music: TU!
Lyrics: TU!, J.J. Jackson & W. McCorkle
