"Grudge" lyrics

Cut me on, cuh, cu-cut me on, cuz
Yeah, yeah
I-I-I know y'all wanna see me fucked up
Fuck yeah
Uh, I'on know what's goin' on (Yeah, yeah)
I mean, I know I normally feel like this when I'm drunk (Lito)
I'm rockin' back and forth (I ain't even drunk right now)
Ju-just in case you just wanna know how I'm rockin', nigga (Fuck yeah)
Back and forth, that mean I'm goin' ham, fuck it (Yeah, yeah)
Uh

I got a grudge with these fakers
It's fuck you till your face cut
See, all my niggas straight thugs
We want it, we'll take yours
I don't wear mad lip gloss when you rap all the shit you make up
Got a MAC and a carbine, all black, clips taped up
Got a grudge with these fakers
It's fuck you till your face cut
See, all my niggas straight thugs
We want it, we'll take yours
I don't wear mad lip gloss when you rap all the shit you make up
Got a MAC and a carbine, all black, clips taped up (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

I know they wanna see me dead or with a guilty verdict (Uh, I know)
Shout out to the pussy rap niggas that pretend they servin' (Pussy)
Nigga take some from yo' bitch ass, then you didn't deserve it (Bitch)
Clip [?] short but I'm ridin' with the extended version
Glock 26 (What's that?), that's my main bitch
Might think I'm in the club dolo, that's who I came with (Baow)
Loud mouth nina (Nina), no safety switch
I got another bitch, she fought it on the same shit (Baow)
I don't claim shit, still I bang quick
That's how you had to be on it when you hangin' the bricks
Eastside, Cashville, bitch, I'm still lurkin'
Nigga rap about Lito (Uh), I will hurt him

I got a grudge with these fakers
It's fuck you till your face cut (Baow)
See, all my niggas straight thugs
We want it, we'll take yours
I don't wear mad lip gloss when you rap all the shit you make up
Got a MAC and a carbine, all black, clips taped up
Got a grudge with these fakers
It's fuck you till your face cut (Fake-ass nigga)
See, all my niggas straight thugs (Fuck)
We want it, we'll take yours (Yeah)
I don't wear mad lip gloss when you rap all the shit you make up
Got a MAC and a carbine, all black, clips taped up (Baow, baow, baow, baow; how I'm at)

Gunshot sound effects don't make you no killer (Uh, nigga)
If you stand next to 'em, you might fall down wit' 'em (Nigga)
If they stand next to me, then they all down, nigga
Trashbag Gang, they sizin' us up, and by the million
Give or take a bag (Bag), but a nigga ain't takin' nothin' (Nah)
[?] scale so clean, he say he just been weighin' money
Dirty dollars (Dirty dollars), yeah, let my stripper bitch clean it (Yeah)
I was launderin', same time throwin' that shit a drink
Nigga starin' at me so fuckin' hard, he ain't even blinkin' (Damn)
Run up on me, he won't blink no more when his body be cold like the penguins (Ha)
Nigga front me, I just might hollow fuck him and keep it
Next thing you know, Lito got it the cheapest (Lito)
What the fuck I got to lose? I'm already beepin'
Spent a house note this weekend, that's how frequently I be chiefin' (Damn)
Straight Perc', only thing calm my nerves, keep my from killin' the jerk
Send the ambulance and the funeral home to trip, kill 'em in church (Uh, baow)

I got a grudge with these fakers
It's fuck you till your face cut
See, all my niggas straight thugs
We want it, we'll take yours
I don't wear mad lip gloss when you rap all the shit you make up (Ayy)
Got a MAC and a carbine, all black, clips taped up (Fuck)
Got a grudge with these fakers
It's fuck you till your face cut
See, all my niggas straight thugs
We want it, we'll take yours
I don't wear mad lip gloss when you rap all the shit you make up
Got a MAC and a carbine, all black, clips taped up (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

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