Thanksgiving - Tee Grizzley

My chain cost the same way I keep it, that's 100 Got about five chains, nothin' but half a ticket Hahaha Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo) Give her back shots 'til her back weak (Uh) Huh, six figures when they tax me Know some street niggas makin' M's livin tax-free (My niggas) Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha) Huh, and we don't want the load 'less the bag cheap (Cheap) Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet Hundred racks last week, that wasn't even a fast week (Slow) Tell that bitch I'm tryin' to wake up to the neck (Neck) I don't go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check) Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet Block her number, now her theme song Drake, "I'm Upset" (I'm Upset) Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast) AP or the Patek, I don't know (I don't know) I'ma Warren Buff- and do the most And this bitch so wet, It's like I threw her off the boat (Talk to 'em) Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah) If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah) This a tennis chain, not a rope Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah) I heard she don't answer DMs (Oh yeah?) I'ma still shoot my shot like "What's the deal?" (What up?) Ass so pretty, don't matter if it's real (Nah) No competition, she know she badder than them (I got) Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah) Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah) Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz) All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?) Little money never told big money shit Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick I can start a campfire 'cause I'm ridin' with them sticks, plus I Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast) AP or the Patek, I don't know (I don't know) I'ma Warren Buff- and do the most And this bitch so wet, It's like I threw her off the boat (Talk to 'em) Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah) If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah) This a tennis chain, not a rope Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

Ah (ah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track (no way) Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap (grrah) Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks, and made that back (ayy) My nigga Tee the sergeant (ayy), neighborhood locksmith (ayy) Uberin' with Ks, five stars, get a top lift (grrt) If I gotta stand tall (what?), I'ma drop shit (ayy) Westside, thirty on the Wesson, call it Glocksmith (boom) We come from that cloth that they don't make no more (they don't) Text your bitch like, "Pop out", she texts back you made her stay at home (this hoe-ass) Baby Grizz and mama Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (they here) Ridin' in that SRT Demon, but them angels close, I ain't alone Say the clip full, brodie (rrah), we gon' spray that, though (ayy) Opps know ain't shit they can do, they ain't gon' save that, though (that's it) Eat me in a Rolls-Royce (skrrt), I just might make a hoe Told that lil' bitch to bring her friends, I don't date alone Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you (what?), I got that Drac' alone Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don't play that song (sure did) All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones (grrah) Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles ('krrt, skrrt, skrrt) Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it's a Drac' show (boom, boom, boom) Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on Let my O.G. out, can't wait to put my nigga Blaze on Asked bro before I got locked, I was 20 up (no cap, nigga) Ayy, now it's eight hunnid and 20+ All shops, .30 pokin', givin' twenty up Go get me a water, bitch, I'm rollin' like a 20 Blood (ayy) At the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your hoe up here (come here) On the jet I'm wearin' red like stop, but she gon' go up here (she goin') All my shooters smart, but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (what?) Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz) Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.) I don't wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (ayy, bro, pull up) You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (ten toes) And my pistols like Snoop, .64, switches on them Glocks (brr) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap Gave my mama all that time, she did 10 and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks and made that back DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

What's up, baby, I'm doin' ad-libs right now, you hear me? (500) I'm doin' ad-libs right now (yeah) Hold on, hold on, I'm 'bout to call you right back (Helluva made the beat, baby) (Twin Grizzleys) ayy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack (huh), shoes was a stack Belt was a stack (huh), shoes was a stack Ayy, these boys lame as f-, I got facial recognition (huh) Murder mag manager, I got it out the kitchen I'll elevate your bum a- career, with my mention Dawg mad, so I hit his b- and doubled up the tension (ha-ha) Dropped the Range Rover just to move through the snow (skrrt) Drumroll forty 'cause I move when it's go (ayy) Yeah, I heard your song, it was cool, but you broke (yeah) Yeah, I heard you play with that tool, but you bold (yeah) I walk in the club and get to trippin' like my lace loose (make it rain) Hit I gotta (okay), I bought that b- some Prada (okay) Too much money on my plate, heavyweight, b- I'm eight deuce (okay) Check that bag like a guala, on my momma (woo) N- hate when I talk money 'cause they ain't got none (hey) Make a opp run (hey), call a hundred round Glock fun 500 essays, my ni- had a high run (500) Dreamed I was in a Benz, so I dropped one (skrrt) Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Tool on the TEC, fool and get whacked, uh Smooth, but I don't play by rules, so get back (okay) Don't wear blue, so I'ma buy the Loub's just to match it (okay) Jumpin' over n- leapin' hit that p- for a hour off them pills, I, uh Eliminate, I'm sleep Teacher asked who I wanna be, I said, "My nigga Tee" Whole squad throwin' up the B's like I hit a three Left wrist icy (hey), right wrist icy (hey) B- tried to spike me (hey), feds try to 'dict me (hey) Saint Laurent shirt, nah, b- this ain't no white tee Put all my n- on that screen like I'm Spike Lee Cooler on the TEC, four-five, Nina Busser Baby, wanna be my kid's momma, I can't trust her P- was amazin' but I can't even cuff her Too much bread, I can't even spread chunky peanut butter (ooh) If you know your b- bad, n-, please, tuck her Tell her new n-, "Take a knee, I done fucked her" (okay) P- was amazin' but I can't even cuff her (okay) Too much bread like I'm tryna spread chunky peanut butter N-, left wrist icy, right wrist icy (ice) Left wrist icy (ice), right wrist icy (ice) Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack N-, left wrist icy (yeah), right wrist icy (both of 'em) Left wrist icy (yeah), right wrist icy (hundred on that b-) Belt was a stack (yeah), shoes was a stack (what else?) Belt was a stack (what else?), shoes was a stack (talk to 'em) Ayy, ask God to help me take flight (yeah) Now I know how it feel to everythin', except wear fake ice (facts) Only tell the truth to Jesus, when we talk on late nights (amen) Like, "You know I committed every sin except for rape, right? (Did everythin') Waitin' on our momma now, they gave me back my brother (he hard) My chain cost the same way I keep it, that's a hundred (whole hundred) The shooter got his passport, we'll blow you down in London (boom) Next time a n- diss me, ask 'em, "Do he got more money?" (He don't) I got pull, ayy (pull), but it's rules, ayy (but it's rules) Have n- walk up in your house like they your roommates (knock-knock) Yeah, left wrist icy (icy), new crib pricy (yeah) N- don't like me, you'll get fried like Hibachi (cookin') Wish somebody would, try to play like I ain't GOATed (what?) Keep it real, I'm the reason n- gettin' noticed (facts) I was headlinin', n- couldn't even open (facts) It was mine first, now it's Baby Grizz' moment, n- Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, b- Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, b- (stack, b-, stack, b-)

Loved each other way more than we love life We so close, people thought had a love life We loved each other way more than we love life (Helluva made this beat, baby) Still do (AJB) I used to be like "I don't need security" (street nigga) I don't want these niggas think that there's fear in me (At all) tell my driver, "Be on point", he wasn't hearing me Them shots went off, I'm steady callin' you You ain't answering, you scarin' me (Hello?) In my city, if you winnin', you can't stay They call bein' broke "real", they call gettin' money "fake" I gave you a bitch, why you still lookin' at my date? I gave you some food, why you still lookin' at my plate? (Envy) Nigga, they say they love us, but they love might be hate I can't really tell the difference, salt and sugar look the same (It's tricky) look how they did Dex, look how they did Blake Look how they tried to do me, but got JB Man, that jealousy so real, man, that hate so deep Man, that envy shit so real, you make it off these streets Your soul wouldn't mean it, still shocked, what she do to you? You was just winnin', now I'm cryin' at your funeral But any tear I shed, another thousand on your head, nigga (Sew my fuckin' mouth, man) now shut your face You think I'm playin, nigga? Every tear I shed Another thousand on your head (on my daddy Gray) Now shut your face, you think I'm playing, AJB I wish I was sittin' outside with you And I was in that back with you, you know Your favorite rapper would've never let those guys get you I would've shot 'em with lead, dyin', leakin' in the street Wouldn't have ran, would've smoked a roach and watched that man go to sleep Hey, you think they came for her? Man, you know they came for me, they took my heart And my brains, niggas know that I can't think I'm playin' with these drums, niggas know I like Tay Keith Eyes bloodshot, red niggas know I ain't miss sleep, but All these dead loved ones make it hard to sleep All this anger inside make it hard to grieve All this nicotine make it hard to breathe All these tears in my eyes make it hard to sleep They find a murder weapon, bro', it's gon' be hard to beat First offer, 50 years, so it's hard to plea Ayy, if they do something to us, then they known for it (Then they known for it) but if we do something to them Then we run for it (we run for it) Fuck that, if you takes mines, I take yours, homie They gon' pray to the Lord, "Don't be too hard on me" (Please), ayy, you draw one, I draw four, homie (I draw four, homie) They be like, "God, don't be too hard on me" (please) Turn this bitch up, they gon' say I'm dead wrong Fuck that these niggas, got my auntie with a headstone Niggas tellin' me what to do like they smart as me But they ain't take your heart from you, they took my heart from me (bitch) I got one less person that wanted more from me Ready to kill whoever played with me or shorted me I got your kids, I got nonnie, I got Neal, too I got your babies, Kinsey and Gabrielle, too I got your sister and your mommy and your fam, too How the fuck you gon' down me? I can't stand you (damn) I pray they don't go to jail, I want them dead I'm just listening to the streets, hearing everything they saying I'm just waitin' on a name, I'm just prayin' that they say it Give a fuck if it's the mayor, nigga, million on his head Wish I could wake you up and beat your ass 'Cause I was just tellig' you about them dreams I had Nigga snatch my heart out my chest, can't nobody replace it when they believe you was fuckin' with your baby "Makes your tea good" is all I ever heard you sayin' Tryna hold my head, I don't know if I'm gon' make it This shit been eatin' me (eatin' me) I don't know what you seen in me, but you believed in me (Believed in me) tell them, "Keep that fake love" Let me grieve in peace (fuck that shit) But hey, you drop mines, I drop yours, homie (I drop yours homie) yeah You drop one, I drop four, homie (dropping four, homie) They be like, "God, please don't be too hard on me" (God, please) God, please don't close the door on me (please)