LYRIC
SS Lyrics by GRIP, from the album “STILL (Five & A F*** You)“.
SS Lyrics
Everywhere I go, I keep the heat tucked
Probably in a ’96 Impala in the seats’ plush
f*ck around and double down on you cheap f*cks
They sain’ GRIPPER drops the shit that f*cks the streets up
Two fingers in the air, but ain’t no peace up (Ain’t no peace up)
Every ni**a round me attackin’ like the lease up
That’s just how we move
Set up shop and show these youngin’ ni**as how to boom
Yeah, way before I ever was the best ni**a out
I was crashin’ with homies (Crashin’ with homies)
Ni**as slept on the couch (Slept on the couch)
Was catchin’ plays, North, East, West, and the South
[?] bought money, I ain’t had no checking account (Checking account)
Mama out there slavin’ for a lesser amount (Lesser amount)
Now I take care of whatever she be stressin’ about
Had to boss up, want yo first win? Put the work in
Ni**as lurkin’, if you scared, go to church then (Uh)
Freaky tiki girl, she lives on my lap
Simmer down, my ni**a, [?] all cap (Cap)
Never stress [?] I sleep with my strap (Strap)
Please don’t take a nap ’cause snoozers get clapped
Freaky tiki girl, she lives on my lap
Simmer down, my ni**a, [?] all cap (Cap)
Never stress [?] I sleep with my strap (Strap)
Please don’t take a nap ’cause snoozers get clapped
Yeah, uh, yeah
Cut a bitch up like sensei
Wife that, give a f*ck what my friends say
Climax, then I’m buggin’ like [?]
Write raps then I’m droppin’ like MJ
Price jacked, now it’s up to like ten K
Come write that, charge a double, that’s vente
Was slap boxin’ a midway split full-top on a Wednesday (Uh)
Keep ’em mopped like a janitor
In and out [?] these shots in the Glock of your handle ya
Your whole posse’s some amateurs
I got ni**as that can’t even get into Canada
Who the f*ck is a fan of bro?
I’ll spit at a mom and her son went to Pamela
Get the Kevin Durant in ya
Easy money, who said they can guard the boy?
He’s a dummy, if you gon’ keep one thing, keep some money
If you gon’ keep two things, add a blicky
Shoot it out if situation is sticky
I ain’t stoppin’ till that motherf*cker icky
Ni**a actin’, someone give him a Emmy
Give him a Oscar, he an imposter
Give this shit to you straight, check the posture
I got too many hoes on my roster, yeah
Cut a bitch up like sensei
Wife that, give a f*ck what my friends say
Climax, then I’m buggin’ like [?]
Write raps then I’m droppin’ like MJ
Price jacked, now it’s up to like ten K
Come write that, charge a double, that’s vente
Was slap boxin’ a midway split full-top on a Wednesday (Uh)
Cut a bitch up like sensei
Wife that, give a f*ck what my friends say
Climax, then I’m buggin’ like [?]
Write raps then I’m droppin’ like MJ
Price jacked, now it’s up to like ten K
Come write that, charge a double, that’s vente
Was slap boxin’ a midway split full-top on a Wednesday (Uh)
SONG INFO:
Song: SS
Artist: GRIP
Album: STILL (Five & A F*** You) (2023)
