Part I

[Verse: GRIP & TU!]
Everywhere I go I keep the heat tucked
Probably in a '96 Impala and the seat's plush
Fuck around and double down on you cheap fucks
They sayin', "GRIPPER drops the shit that fucks the streets up"
Two fingers in the air, but ain't no peace up (Ain't no peace up)
Every n***a round me packin' like the lease up
That's just how we move
Set up shop and show these younger n***as how to boom
Yeah, way before I ever was the best n***a out
I was crashin' with homies (Crashin' with homies)
N***as slept on the couch (Slept on the couch)
Was catchin' plays, North, East, West, and the South
Yeah, shoebox money, I ain't had no checking account (Checking account)
Mama out there slavin' for a lesser amount (Lesser amount)
Now I take care of whatever she be stressin' about
Had to boss up, want yo' first win? Put the work in
N***as lurkin', if you scared, go to church then (Uh)

[Chorus: TU!]
Freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (Yeah, yeah, lap)
Simmer down, my n***a, your pen is all cap (Yeah, yeah, cap)
Never stress a problem, I sleep with my strap (Yeah, yeah, strap)
Please don't take a nap 'cause snoozers get clapped (Ah, ah)
Freaky deaky girl, she lives in my lap (Yeah, yeah, lap)
Simmer down, my n***a, your pen is all cap (Yeah, yeah, cap)
Never stress a problem, I sleep with my strap (Yeah, yeah, strap)
Please don't take a nap 'cause snoozers get clapped (Ah, ah)
Part II

[Intro: GRIP]
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Chorus: GRIP]
Cut a bitch up like sensei
Wife that give a fuck what my friends say
Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte
Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J
Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K
Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte
Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh

[Verse: GRIP]
Keep a mop like a janitor
And if not, thirty shots from the Glocky will handle ya
Your whole posse's some amateurs
I got n***as that can't even get into Canada
Who the fuck is a fan of bro?
I'll spit at his mom and her son, word to Pamela
Get to Kevin Durant-in ya
Easy money, who say they can guard the boy?
He's a dummy, if you gon' keep one thing, keep some money
If you gon' keep two things, add a blicky
Shoot it out if situations that sticky
I ain't stoppin' 'til that motherfucker empty
N***a actin', someone give him a Emmy
Give him a Oscar, he an imposter
Give this shit to you straight, check the posture
I got too many hoes on my roster, yeah
[Chorus: GRIP]
Cut a bitch up like sensei
Wife that give a fuck what my friends say
Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte
Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J
Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K
Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte
Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh
Cut a bitch up like sensei
Wife that give a fuck what my friends say
Climax, then I'm buckin' like Kinte
Write raps, give 'em trouble like M.J
Price jacked, now it's up to like ten K
Come right back, chargin' double, that's veinte
Was slap boxin' on midway, split fool top on a Wednesday, uh