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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grip
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donte Perkins
Composer
Kyle Clow
Composer
Tobias Breuer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rascal
Producer
Tae Beast
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Guess I gotta do the dirty work until I'm filthy rich
I repent for the sins that I will commit
Got a stick, it tend to stammer and the clip is a banana
Man, a nigga been done fucked around and peeled ya shit
Almost spilled the liq', I'm finna tilt, I'm lit
You niggas better brush up on your skills a bit
She a "Uh, you look better with the filter," bitch
All she get is good dick and a bill to split
Two TECs to do a duet, I let 'em hum a melody
This ring a misdemeanour, but the other one a felony
Won't say that shit to me, but I can sense a ton of jealousy
'Cause I blew cheese like somebody brung the celery
Was undersellin' me, but now the price is up
Same niggas like, "Damn, GRIP nice as fuck"
If it's ever any pressure, then the pipes'll bust
Life a gamble, nigga, you gon' roll the dice or what?
I got dirty money, need it clean
Down to murder somethin' for the team
And I heard he runnin' with the thing
With like 30-somethin' and a beam
Plottin' licks and million dollar schemes
If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean?
Heard you kept this shit a bean (nah)
Big stepper on the scene
Got dirty money, need it clean
Down to murder somethin' for the team
And I heard he runnin' with the thing
With like 30-somethin' and a beam
Plottin' licks and million dollar schemes
If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean?
Heard you kept this shit a bean (nah)
Big stepper on the scene (yeah)
Fuck is up?
I knuckle up and give the beats a couple uppercuts at deadly rates
You niggas is featherweights, you couldn't ruffle us
I'm levitatin', Grip on the up and up, who think they tough enough?
I'm detonatin', blowin' up such and such, hope he ain't suffer much
Enough debatin', want me on a track? To me, that's supper waitin'
The flow is suffocatin', somebody resuscitate him
Way I cook on the hook of the verse, I need a fuckin' apron
All of you boys get put into hearses, sendin' 'em up to Satan
Oops, I mean sendin' 'em up to Jesus, leavin' 'em cut in pieces
Here to disrupt your thesis, thinkin' "Grip not a hip-hop G.O.A.T."
Must don't know what time it is, guess his wristwatch broke
Get back, this that "Put him in a Ziplock," dope
"Grip, you should make a dance just for TikTok," nope
Haters try to hang me with a slipknot rope
Too much slack, cousin, I came back bussin'
I got dirty money, need it clean
Down to murder somethin' for the team
And I heard he runnin' with the thing
With like 30-somethin' and a beam
Plottin' licks and million dollar schemes
If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean?
Heard you kept this shit a bean (nah)
Big stepper on the scene
I got dirty money, need it clean
Down to murder somethin' for the team
And I heard he runnin' with the thing
With like 30-somethin' and a beam
Plottin' licks and million dollar schemes
If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean?
Heard you kept this shit a bean (nah)
Big stepper on the scene
Writer(s): Tobias Breuer, Donte Perkins, Eliel Afari Brown, Kyle Clow
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