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Artiste : Baby Grizzley
Titre : Whoop
Yeah
(The AK)
Okay, turn it up
I say
(Keep it moving)

Bitch, I´m eighty-deuce, but I fuck with the villains
Pull up in the ´Sanne, told the dealer keep the ceiling
White buffs, told the jeweler, "Bust down my trimming"
Nigga shot me, I ate before I was done healing
I ain´t trippin´ on no bitch, boy, my shoes ain´t got strings in ´em (What?)
Two hundred thou´ on your set, let the green get ´em
Four fifty clip, four MACs, I need beams with ´em
Ayy, and I was sneakin´ in the stink with ´em
If you ain´t with the gang-gang, stay from ´round niggas
You can´t leave the crib like you grounded, we ground niggas

Ayy, I was raised around murder, still around killers
Me and Ronny Blaze players bros when we drown niggas
Ice man, it´s a hundred on my neck
Tell your bitch, "Let me tongue kiss that pussy on the jet"
If I ain´t bangin´, I´m bangin´, I put that on the set (On gang)
Take a picture with a fifty roll showin´ the Patek

Niggas know who really got that shit, rock that shit
Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch
Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch
Drippin´ hard, I ain´t know I had the opps that sick

Look, a hundred in my jacket, bitch, I mean profit
Trippin´ out and found another thirty in my pocket
Fuck going broke, not an option if I´m honest
Real hundreds, I go brazy for the bucks like I´m Giannis
I feel like niggas ain´t fuckin´ with me, you on the net with it
I got a couple M´s, jumpin´ on the jet with it
I love that real right, but I´m on the left with it
Louis, drop six on the sweater like I´m set trippin´
Flag on the left, but it´s red like a puddle of blood
My G good when I huddle with Bloods

Since the first day I met my nigga Cut, it was love
Free my nigga Gutter Ray Warren up to the stud
I say it´s Grizzley Gang, a hundred and fifty chains
Clip with a fifty things, that talking´ll get him flamed
These niggas leavin´ the hood ´cause they ain´t tryna get banged
It´s murder after you mention my name

Niggas know who really got that shit, rock that shit
Pull up with the top on and drop that bitch
Cop a Mille plain, then I ice rock that bitch
Drippin´ hard, I ain´t know I had the opps that sick, yeah

Yeah
Alright, let me hear that bitch
Let me hear that bitch, let me hear that bitch