"Free Baby Grizzley (Outro)" lyrics
(feat. Baby Grizzley)
(Tha Realest)
DG shit (Yup)
DG shit (Yup)
Ayy
I dropped ten (Huh?), then dropped twenty (Okay)
Eighty in my pocket, bitch, I'm gettin' real money (Okay)
A 'bow for my sweater, they say I'm an ill dummy (Woo)
But they know they can't call 'less they coppin' pills from me
I'm an Exit 9 (What?), Joy Road Scud bum
Mob got indicted, but we still in the Scud, bum (Scud Zone)
And this the deep end, it ain't no showin' love, bum (Uh-uh)
And this a free ten, I had to get the plug, bum (Come here)
What you know about indictments? (What?)
Eighty just to have the lawyer on the case fightin' (Ayy, ayy)
Vacation to the A to get the mob reunited (Woo)
Little baby in the Wraith and I ain't even got a license, license (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hutch, let me get another pair (Okay)
Hood nigga all Versace'd down, blow it on a square (Okay)
Ayy, I'm in another country, baby, send it through the air (Okay)
Half a million what I wear
I ain't trippin' if you lil' hoes stare
Stingray, I'm chillin' on the hood in the hood (Skrrt)
Bad bitch with me strapped up, Maya Good (Come here)
You ain't never seen a double-G nigga, take a look (Woo)
Big pistol on my lap while I'm puffin' on a 'Wood (Brr, brr)
Hit the mall and lose my motherfuckin' mind (Gas)
Gucci on, Louis on at the same time (Woo, woo)
A rich nigga livin', I ain't talkin' 'bout snitchin' (Eat)
When I say I hit four million and drop a whole dime (Eat)
You know I'm eatin' good, I play with a whole chicken (Ah)
Take an L, we still good like cold chicken (We good)
You buyin' paper plates, we eatin' off gold dishes (Bum)
I fuck with thoroughbreds, you runnin' with bum niggas (He what?)
Should I go on?
Two chains, soon to put some more on (Okay)
If I fuck your baby boo, I gotta put my bro on (Okay)
Throw 'em from Mexico, for that touchdown, I go long (Okay)
I go so hard, you niggas continue to go home (Home)
Grind all winter (Ah), summertime too (Ah)
Top gone, GT, summertime coupe (No cap)
Dearborn Heights, I'm out here fuckin' with a Jew (No cap)
Big blocks on, it's a band for a shoe (No cap)
They hatin' when I know these lil' niggas wanna be me (Bitch)
Get your bitch lewd for them bands like MiMi (Bitch)
LV shirt and my belt say GG (Bitch)
Throw a dub at you in the club, nigga, 3D (Woo)
Show you how to ball, take notes when you see me (Ayy)
Cut your bitch off when I'm done like a teepee (Ayy)
Ran off on the plug twice like a repeat (Ayy)
If he move wrong, get burnt like a CD (Ayy)
Whole foot in cam' when them Lam' doors push up
Fuck a push-up, I flex hard from the cook-up
Make his stomach bubble like a pop when he shook up
Them P's on deck, yeah, bitch, I got the hook-up
You hear me? (Bitch)
DG shit (Yup)
DG shit (Yup)
Ayy
I dropped ten (Huh?), then dropped twenty (Okay)
Eighty in my pocket, bitch, I'm gettin' real money (Okay)
A 'bow for my sweater, they say I'm an ill dummy (Woo)
But they know they can't call 'less they coppin' pills from me
I'm an Exit 9 (What?), Joy Road Scud bum
Mob got indicted, but we still in the Scud, bum (Scud Zone)
And this the deep end, it ain't no showin' love, bum (Uh-uh)
And this a free ten, I had to get the plug, bum (Come here)
What you know about indictments? (What?)
Eighty just to have the lawyer on the case fightin' (Ayy, ayy)
Vacation to the A to get the mob reunited (Woo)
Little baby in the Wraith and I ain't even got a license, license (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hutch, let me get another pair (Okay)
Hood nigga all Versace'd down, blow it on a square (Okay)
Ayy, I'm in another country, baby, send it through the air (Okay)
Half a million what I wear
I ain't trippin' if you lil' hoes stare
Stingray, I'm chillin' on the hood in the hood (Skrrt)
Bad bitch with me strapped up, Maya Good (Come here)
You ain't never seen a double-G nigga, take a look (Woo)
Big pistol on my lap while I'm puffin' on a 'Wood (Brr, brr)
Hit the mall and lose my motherfuckin' mind (Gas)
Gucci on, Louis on at the same time (Woo, woo)
A rich nigga livin', I ain't talkin' 'bout snitchin' (Eat)
When I say I hit four million and drop a whole dime (Eat)
You know I'm eatin' good, I play with a whole chicken (Ah)
Take an L, we still good like cold chicken (We good)
You buyin' paper plates, we eatin' off gold dishes (Bum)
I fuck with thoroughbreds, you runnin' with bum niggas (He what?)
Should I go on?
Two chains, soon to put some more on (Okay)
If I fuck your baby boo, I gotta put my bro on (Okay)
Throw 'em from Mexico, for that touchdown, I go long (Okay)
I go so hard, you niggas continue to go home (Home)
Grind all winter (Ah), summertime too (Ah)
Top gone, GT, summertime coupe (No cap)
Dearborn Heights, I'm out here fuckin' with a Jew (No cap)
Big blocks on, it's a band for a shoe (No cap)
They hatin' when I know these lil' niggas wanna be me (Bitch)
Get your bitch lewd for them bands like MiMi (Bitch)
LV shirt and my belt say GG (Bitch)
Throw a dub at you in the club, nigga, 3D (Woo)
Show you how to ball, take notes when you see me (Ayy)
Cut your bitch off when I'm done like a teepee (Ayy)
Ran off on the plug twice like a repeat (Ayy)
If he move wrong, get burnt like a CD (Ayy)
Whole foot in cam' when them Lam' doors push up
Fuck a push-up, I flex hard from the cook-up
Make his stomach bubble like a pop when he shook up
Them P's on deck, yeah, bitch, I got the hook-up
You hear me? (Bitch)
Writer(s): Darrel L Jackson, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Marcellus Wallace
