Rappers Lyrics By Tee Grizzley
I swear we doggin' bitches
**** be killin' to get
We all got millions to get
But you **** be lame as shit
They wanna go to the hood
I don't wanna see it again
It might be a difference, less attractive
When you really was livin' that shit
****, you really a rapper
**** can die for a caption
I jumped to the streets and adapted
You think we're the same, you cappin'
You think you lit, you cappin'
I get my food from Magic's
Your Rollie over average
You know I'm oh for seven
My hood is not no tourist attraction
It's not what I'm interested in
My block is not a Twitter tutorial
So we not mention this shit
Me and Dirk droppin' the table
We need a million for this
Hey, holla at your favorite rapper
He say the simplest shit
You bought her a Goyard bag for ten
You in your feelings and shit
Right here in the garden
She asked me for a Coach purse, I'ma spit on that bitch
I'm signing cameras, you don't tote guns
My **** go swimmin' with sticks
I'm not tryna link up with ****
I'd rather go chill with a bitch
Your favorite Instagram model
I had my dick on her lip
And I got choppers and power
**** be wishin' for this
And we gon' really be slidin'
I am not takin' a risk
If we gonna really link up
**** be makin' a diss
If you was you, and I was me
I held my poke, I poke some
If I was you, and you was me
Ain't had no poke, I'd choke some
Pull up to the studio
I hope you know I'm eleven deep
I could not pull up by myself
Too many **** tryna beef
I swear we doggin' bitches
**** be killin' to get
We all got millions to get
But you **** be lame as shit
They wanna go to the hood
I don't wanna see it again
It might be a difference, less attractive
When you really was livin' that shit
****, you really a rapper
**** can die for a caption
I jumped to the streets and adapted
You think we're the same, you cappin'
You think you lit, you cappin'
I get my food from Magic's
You're Rollie over average
You know I'm oh for seven
Trap house and property money
Only time I can sit with a rapper
My cup gotta be muddy
We drop this tape, don't call my phone
That price, it gotta be thirty
I can't sneak no XD in the club, it gotta be thirty
When I go to them trenches
They be tryin' rappers
If a rap **** try me, he a dyin' rapper, yeah yeah
I heard them rumors 'bout my bitch, just know I'm dyin' 'bout 'em
I asked out Dirk, I picked up Dirkio, 'cause it sound better, let's get it
Would call 'em by rap name, but I like calm better
Feds couldn't make me break, where I don't allow pressure
Nailed your bitch to the wall
I had to crucify her
If this rap shit didn't exist, **** woulda been Uber drivers
**** be lame, most of 'em
High school woulda cracked jokes on 'em
****, get mad, I'll punch on you
Soon as you fall, I'ma stomp on you
Really want war, let me know something
Famous everywhere, still blow somethin'
Don't make a diss song, wait it out
Catch 'em all, let 'em hold somethin'
I swear we doggin' bitches
**** be killin' to get
We all got millions to get
But you **** be lame as shit
They wanna go to the hood
I don't wanna see it again
It might be a difference, less attractive
When you really was livin' that shit
****, you really a rapper
**** can die for a caption
I jumped to the streets and adapted
You think we're the same, you cappin'
You think you lit, you cappin'
I get my food from Magic's
Your Rollie over average
You know I'm oh for seven
We dog them bitches
**** be killin' for them
We all got millions to get
But you **** be lame as fuck
For what
We been there
