"Grip" lyrics

Hitmaka!
Right Now Sound

Get out my DM with your messy ass (mess)
I catch your nigga, I'ma bust his ass (bust)
I dropped a grip on this drip, bitch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip bitch

Get out my DM with your messy ass (mess)
I catch your nigga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, bitch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip bitch

I'm up in traffic gettin' ratchet with my bitches
I'm doin' numbers drop my bag off at Givenchy
I'm up in traffic gettin' ratchet with my bitches
I'm way too busy, ain't got no time for taking pictures
Ain't no calling truce, yeah fuck what you say
It was just a Tuesday, fuck what you say
I ain't talking movie when that's a blue ray (blue)
Pull up with that toolie, keep the Uzi
Just playing, bitch

Get out my DM with your messy ass (mess)
I catch your nigga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, bitch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip bitch

Get out my DM with your messy ass (mess)
I catch your nigga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, bitch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip bitch

Ay, Buscemi jacket with the patches on it
Ay, I switch it up and made a ratchet on 'em
Shit, I might come through on the jet
Styling on 'em pussy ho where they're at
Everything exotic, got Chanel head-to-toe
All my diamonds solid, I ain't gon' miss you when I'm gone, headed to an island
Young Nashe back I gotta learn some shit
'Nuff said, still on read where I left the bitch

Get out my DM with your messy ass (mess)
I catch your nigga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, bitch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip bitch

Get out my DM with your messy ass (mess)
I catch your nigga, I'ma bust his ass
I dropped a grip on this drip, bitch (grip)
Get on that 'Rari, pink slip bitch