Flyers Up Lyrics By Tee Grizzley
Let's go to Magic
Don't forget the ratchets
I know we in Atlanta
But shit still'll get tragic
You know we some street ****
Make a living off rapping
When we throw them flyers up
You know **** be watching and talking 'bout sliding
I know some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
Know some **** with real money
With that shit on my head
And they got some killers round 'em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
I got some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
I hang with **** that hang with the ****
That hang with the killers that kill all the killers
I be with **** who hang with the ****
Who hang with the rappers who take all the skrilla
Go to Chicago and go to Red Diamond
They booking Tee Grizzley, they know that I'm with 'em
Why you keep barking? They ain't check the artist
We all in the section, got fifties on fifties
Real ****, street ****
And we gon' link with the gangs when we come to your city
I need VIP bar (With the car in the front)
Them Dracos gotta be close to us
We don't fuck with no rappers
So I never shot, can't let chubs get close to 'em
You post one flyer (We there)
I'ma have every killer in the city tryna go to it
They ain't got no buzz
They don't show no love
I know some cuz, bloods
They cool with us, yo
I know some shorties that's still up in school
You tweaking 'cause they is gon' kill for a stack
You popping them xannies, you better not lack
You play with the dead, no taking it back
Let's go to Magic
Don't forget the ratchets
I know we in Atlanta
But shit still'll get tragic
You know we some street ****
Make a living off rapping
When we throw them flyers up
You know **** be watching and talking 'bout sliding
I know some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
Know some **** with real money
With that shit on my head
And they got some killers round 'em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
I got some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
My opps don't die everyday
That's 'cause I ain't beefing with rookies
Your enemy say you and didn't do nothing
That's 'cause you be beefing with pussies
I got some Crips that's killers
Them **** will murk you and go pray to Tookie
I got four bloods with fifties
Don't tweak unless you can duck two hunnid bullets
Me and Durk go there they ain't patting us down
Get sticks in and we pass 'em around
I feel at home when I'm out of town
I be with three hunnid like Kevin no liars
Me and J Rock still sending out J Pays
Opps on the gram, he on nah pay
Said he on live, login from a fake page
They over there go get that Drake thing
Free my ****, Mark Meezy
Used to lay in ****' bushes
Your mama died, that's your fault
We was tryna get to, **** got tired of looking
A **** get the ups on me, I know them **** gon' cook me
If I beef with a rapper, I'ma book him
Come to my shows, I'm strapped with a forty
Let's go to Magic
Don't forget the ratchets
I know we in Atlanta
But shit still'll get tragic
You know we some street ****
Make a living off rapping
When we throw them flyers up
You know **** be watching and talking 'bout sliding
I know some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
Know some **** with real money
With that shit on my head
And they got some killers round 'em
And they know how to play it
But I got some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
I got some killers that want me dead
I know some killers that want me dead
