Tee Grizzley and mgk - Soprano

We on some, make 'em to the O shit
We on some, Detroit to Cleveland, shit
You know what I'm sayin'? (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Run wit' us or run from us (ayy)

In my hood I was the baby boy like lil' Jody (for real)
Bossed up, now I tell 'em when to go like I'm E-40 (go)
2019 I spent half the checks I got on codeine (mh)
Now I got superpowers, look at how high I be floatin'
I don't ever play no games, but I'm always loadin' (yeah)
I got a sweet tooth, so I dip my car in candy coatin' (mh)
Kia boy, when I was thirteen what I drove was stolen (skrrt)
My twenty-eighth birthday, my homie Pete bought me a Rollie (ah)
All these rappers corny, why when it was really beef?
The way you act don't match the way you talkin' on your story
We got the footage from the hotel 'cause my dawg recordin'
Put him to sleep, turn the audio up, you hear him snorin'
I'm from Cleveland, but we on bullshit like Michael Jordan (yeah)
They gon' protect me at all costs 'cause what I do important (uh)
Don't wake the beast inside of me up, he been layin' dormant (uh)
2012 I lost two million fuckin' up a doorman (uh)
Skinny tatted tall white boy, rock and rollin' (right)
I killed a lot of rappers, I don't respect law and order (nah)
Open that backpack like I'm Dora, pull up in Explorers
Switched out, pull up in that Aston, blew the fuckin' motor (skrrt)
Four leaves in the blunt, I'm ashin', I'm smokin' a clover (oh)
Seven figures if they bookin' me, tell the promoter (tell 'em)
Walkin' out with bags, it look like I just came from Kroger's (what?)
The truth is that I fucked your mom, you'll find out when you're older

Can't stop, won't stop, always rollin'
Gotta keep it on me so I don't get lonely (yeah)
We the new mob and I feel like Tony (uh)
Reppin' for the team, twenty-four like Kobe

Why you mad, ho? (Why?)
Get your man, ho (get him)
We gon' light his ass up like a candle (fah)
What's the plan, ho? (Yeah)
What you sayin', ho? (What?)
Shake it 'til your cheeks spread and show your asshole, yeah

All we gotta do is pull up, we gon' have all the bitches (facts)
All you gotta do is say "It's up", you gon' have our attention (that's it)
Niggas don't be that so I don't kick it, less it's 'bout some business (I'm cool)
Trap nigga, we done brought more weight than niggas that do fitness (facts)
Tell me when it's smoke so I can tell 'em when to go (let me know)
You see brodie playin' with me, listen, we close, that's how we joke (that's bro)
Don't see him doin' it and think that you can do it, you'll get smoked (fuck)
You know we really ride with machine guns when we in the O (shout out Cleveland)
And you know what's gon' happen if we up it (you know)
'Bout to run through Cleveland next, we made six figures in Columbus (facts)
Where I'm from, my niggas hustle, take your time, ain't gotta rush it
If you know, you know, seventy-five a straight route to that money (facts)
That's that Midwest shit (Midwest), get money, stretch shit (stretch shit)
We aimin' at your head, boy, fuck all that vest shit (that vest shit)
Opposite of basketball, we be prayin' for a brick (prayin' for a break)
Opposite of boxin', nigga, we get paid to take a hit (paid to take a hit)
We got opposition poppers, watch 'em spray it like a zit
Up the Drac' and I'm not talkin' 'bout who's stayin' in the Six
I know I can stop the violence, though, but I ain't sayin' shit
I like revenge, I'm in Detroit and you know what the fuck I meant (ho)
Exit 9 nigga, on Rodeo with the top off
All this fuckin' ice hit like a boxer, call it Southpaw
Shit ain't worth yo' life, use yo' head or get it knocked off
We stand over shit and swing sticks, call it Top Golf

Can't stop, won't stop, always rollin'
Gotta keep it on me so I don't get lonely (yeah)
We the new mob and I feel like Tony (uh)
Reppin' for the team, twenty-four like Kobe

Why you mad, ho? (Why you mad, bitch?)
Get your man, ho (get your mans, bitch)
We gon' light his ass up like a candle (bap, bap, bap)
What's the plan, ho (what's the plans?)
What you sayin', ho? (What you sayin'?)
Shake it 'til your cheeks spread and show your asshole, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)

Why you mad, ho? (Fix yo' attitude)
Get your mans, ho (get that pussy nigga)
We gon' light his ass up like a candle (bap, bap, bap)
What you sayin', ho? (What you sayin', bitch?)
What's the plan, ho? (What's the plans, bitch?)
Shake it 'til your cheeks spread and show your asshole, yeah (ah)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't give a fuck, yeah
Midwest shit, right, though
I don't give a fuck (ayy)

Written by:
Richard Colson Baker, Terry Sanchez Wallace

Publisher:
Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC

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