Grah Grah Pt. II

Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah Never let a pussy try to play me, I don't f*ck with opps Put that on my son, play with the gang, we'll knock a nigga off Hanging with them opps, you ain't my mans, you moving like them cops Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah Hundred thousand racks up in my safe, swear I ain't took no loss You ain't been a shooter, ain't on shit like you been a boss Shooters think that Kobe, stick screaming like Diana Ross Bad bitch in my phone, she see I'm up, bitch you can't f*ck for free I ain't serving dubs get on your shit, come hit a lick with me Shawty down to ride, she gon f*ck and hit a drill with me Counting up this bread in the Benz, damn I can't take no heat Hit the club, don't need no security, I keep that strap on me Shhhhhh let me shut up cause them feds, trying to find me Brand new whip with matching red seats, you ain't as hot as me I ain't doing features on your shit unless you pay a fee Damn, I'm bout to tweak out Sipping on that dirty, too fucked up that I can't see now We some warriors when we step on shit, let's get them sticks out Pussy talking like he bout it, I guess that we'll see now Matching whips we pull up in traffic, we make em spin round Niggas be so pussy, if I lack they ain't gon pop out My hittas shoot shit like they Curry, now how that shit sound Shawty for the team, I hit her once, then passed the bitch round Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah, grrrah Never let a pussy try to play me, I don't f*ck with opps Put that on my son, play with the gang, I'll knock a nigga off Hanging with them opps, you ain't my man, you moving like the cops Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah, grrrah Hundred thousand racks up in my safe, so I ain't took a loss You ain't been a shooter, you ain't on shit, like you been a boss Shooters think they Kobe, stick screaming like Diana Ross Make a nigga scream out " man what", like his name Durk Pop a Perpio and start to smirk, don't play you will get murked What that smell, goddamn, it pussy He tried me like a rookie, can't play hookie when I teach this lesson I'm a motherfuckin' blessing, I see these niggas stressing Cause I'm having that shit Third finger stay up in the sky Cause I don't give no f*ck Test your luck chicken little Watch ya feathers get plucked Imma dog off the chain I hit my knees at night and pray that I don't wake up insane That money getting to my brain Aye yeah So I maintain my own lane Cause these niggas really lame Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah, grrrah Never let a pussy try to play me, I don't f*ck with opps Put that on my son, play with the gang, we'll knock a nigga off Hanging with them opps, you ain't my man's, you moving like them cops Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah, grrrah Hundred thousand racks up in my safe, swear I ain't took no loss You ain't been no shooter, you ain't on shit like you been a boss Shooters think they Kobe, sticks screaming like Diana Ross