Grilly Gang (feat. Mr. CEO & Isaac Sage)

Yeah, I got too much on my plate Yeah, I got too much on my plate Yea, she wanna f*ck it's too late She wanna f*ck it's too late When these bad bitches get in my face Tell the bitch, get out my way Hating niggas in my way Yo bitch is giving me face Pull up to your block with identical chops Pull up to your block with two twin glocks Yo bitch be all my cock Soon as she all of my time Cause I rock designer every day Gangsta, I shoot a nigga in his face Toxic, so bitch get the f*ck out my face Ok, watch it, my niggas gon' bust out the drac What Bobby said It's like I gotta do it Like I was born to do it Like I was born to shoot it Like I was born influenced Was locked, but I ain't take the deal You know I make the meal You know that I'm king of the hill Bitches love my sex appeal She wanna f*ck it's too late If a nigga act up, he get hit in his face I'm 16, might catch a case I'm 16, might catch a case Do my dance, and I beat the case Big bro got the Ks He know I'm gon' spray Know I'm gon' spray spray Know I', gon' sing with the Drac Pull up, and I'm singin' in your bitch's like Drake, Drake, Drake Wait, wait I need a motherfuckin' drink, drink Yeah, promethazine Lean, Codeine My niggas serving fiends Percocets and I got beans Ecstacy You are in a dream It's more than the seem My energy, say that again to me Joker, get ten a piece Yeah, I'm outer space Yeah, on Planet Sheen, Planet Sheen Yeah, I feel like Jim Jim Jim Jim, yeah, new car New car Foreign car Foreign car, new car New car, foreign broad Foreign whip, foreign whip With ya bitch Yeah, where's your bitch Yeah, where's your bitch Yeah, bling Bling Bling Bling Bling (snitch) Bling Grilly Gang Grilly Gang Grilly Gang Grilly Gang