"Grra" lyrics

(ShawtyAlbert beats)
Nah, for real
Fiends coppin', check his pockets
Police knockin', know they watchin'
Shorty toppin', baby, stop
Fiends coppin', check his pockets
Police watchin', rollies tockin'
My rollies tockin', perfect timin'
Graah, graah, graah, graah

Fiends coppin', check his pockets
Police knockin', know they watchin'
Shorty toppin', baby, stop
You got me, but I got options

It's not me, it's you, I'm toxic
I'm goin' long and shorty poppin'
Percocet make shorty drop it
Let's go, codeine got me sleepwalkin'
I'm in the big body Benz and I'm still parkin'
I left you on the ground, on the floor and you still walkin'
I know y'all bitches, you niggas just been barkin'
Niggas want drama on Instagram, still talkin'
I smoke a pound of the za' and I'm still sparkin'
Nigga, we leavin' y'all in the street, police talkin'
Let's go, still remember the pay phone
Wait for the plug and I hope it don't take long
I was out servin' the fiends with the stepped on
Nigga, I always be right 'cause I ain't wrong
Call me Osama 'cause nigga, I drop bombs
Nigga, I'm in your bitch ear singin' Trey Songz
That's the money counter, need the money counter just to count up the bankrolls
You see the ambulance, why the fuck would I save a ho'
I hit a lick in your home in the same clothes
Nigga, you'd probably snitch on your man that you call bro

Fiends coppin', check his pockets
Police knockin', know they watchin'
Shorty toppin', baby, stop
You got me, but I got, nigga