[Intro: GRIP]
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[Verse 1: GRIP]
This rap shit get boring as hell, so I got a story to tell 'bout Cory and Mel
Cory just hopped out the car with his partner, Lil Tevin, 'cause he had a .40 for sale
Walked to his whip with the shit in his jacket, a lack of emotion he held that shit in
Got in and pulled that bitch out just to stare at his ratchet ecstatic, he let off a grin
Picked up his cell to hit up Jamel like, "What's up, twin? Drop the pin"
Mel hit 'em back with the addy and Cory responded with, "Bet, be there in ten"
Mel was there pacing, but patiently waiting until hе seen Cory Grand Am at the spot
Jumped in the passеnger, dapped him up like, "What's happenin', bruh?" Now expand on the plot
Before I tell you about this plan that I got, we been tryna get our hands on some knots
Everybody else juggin', gettin' to the money, is we just gon' stand here and watch?
Okay, my sister baby daddy getting them packs in, and movin' 'em out
I know how that n***a move, and I know where the straps hid, he keep two in the house
I know you probably thinking, "How we finna attack?" Shit, it's a few different routes
Wait 'til nobody home and rush in, lay 'em flat, then put the tool in his mouth
Duct tape his ass, make 'em show us where the shit at, tell him don't move a inch
On God, if that n***a flinch, fuck the talkin', I'm blowin' this bitch

[Chorus: GRIP]
Old mask, new Glock (New Glock)
Down to rob a n***a out his socks (Runnin')
N***a dizzy, busy spinning blocks (Blocks)
Straight gunplay, I don't box (Don't box)
And it's middle fingers to the cops (Cops)
Itchy trigger finger for the opps (Opps)
Better run it if I got the drop (Drop)
N***a, fuck around, get popped (Yeah)
Old mask, new Glock
Down to rob a n***a out his socks (Runnin')
N***a dizzy, busy spinning blocks (Blocks)
Straight gunplay, I don't box (Don't box)
And it's middle fingers to the cops (Cops)
Itchy trigger finger for the opps (Opps)
Better run it if I got the drop (Drop)
N***a, fuck around, get popped (Yeah)
[Verse 2: TATE228]
Still trappin', so hand me my scale
Getting packs and unwrapping 'em straight out the mail
Them baby wipes cover the smell
Coming straight to the spot and the vacants as well
My bitch aggravating as hell
Baby mama been calling and nagging a player
I ain't answer, but text her "What's up?" and she sent me a story 'bout Cory and Mel
I read it twice in my head, almost tripped, but I just text her back kinda stale
I love your mama for real, but If they try me, I'ma send your lil' brother to Hell
Thank you, I done dodged shots from some opps and some jackers attempted as well
Now it's cameras on top of the doors and four more on they post that's surveilling they area
And that Drac' on my lap, it'll clap, know I'm strapped like I'm dressed in snowboarding apparel
And ain't shit in this house but some switches, the dope been distributed, bread in the shed
Think they getting in here, that's what happen when broke n***as strung out on meds
Plus I know what they driving, so it ain't no hiding, I'll burn up that lil' Camaro
They get close to this door, then we upping the score, know I'm ready for war, I'm prepared
Camera two, I see movement, they really gon' do this, I'm shooting when they hit stairs
They look like they scared, .30 quickly let go through the door as it came off the hinge
Left 'em right where they stand, damn, breaking headline read, "Two Young Black Men Dead"

[Chorus: GRIP]
Old mask, new Glock (New Glock)
Down to rob a n***a out his socks (Runnin')
N***a dizzy, busy spinning blocks (Blocks)
Straight gunplay, I don't box (Don't box)
And it's middle fingers to the cops (Cops)
Itchy trigger finger for the opps (Opps)
Better run it if I got the drop (Drop)
N***a, fuck around get popped (Yeah)
Old mask, new Glock (New Glock)
Down to rob a n***a out his socks (Runnin')
N***a dizzy, busy spinning blocks (Blocks)
Straight gunplay, I don't box (Don't box)
And it's middle fingers to the cops (Cops)
Itchy trigger finger for the opps (Opps)
Better run it if I got the drop (Drop)
N***a, fuck around get popped (Yeah)