Testo Gripping over here Styles P

Gripping over here

[Intro]
Throw something up fools
It’s all about the money
Gotta notice
Word

[Verse 1]
Probly backin’ up at motorway
All hoopty but we just put the motor in
It’s the whip, them niggas yelling y’all away
Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
Bullet ‘bout as big as a candy put a sodder in
End up in the trunk of a car that got O definitive
I don’t sip the liquor, I take a go
Fuckin’ with a nigga, that’s strong enough to fix a ho
44 long cuz Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged but now his face is all wrong
I don’t care about their fam, I’ll make them 4 more
There were Biggie and Sean, closets, taking bullets home
On the phone with the chit (word) crissed out bitches
And ace holes, it’s money in my name like mace though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
Fuck the funny money niggas, I get strayed up

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

[Verse 2]
Got a line of the dope from this bitch named Tammy
Tammy’s from Miami, round all the nose Camy
Bronze tanned on ‘er like I’m walkin’ with the Grammy
Ex nigga popty flop and turned Sammy
I ain’t for the bull
Sign of a setup then a trigger’s getting pulled
Thinkin’ that it’s thrilla when my nigga turned wolves
Do as Simon says like the ’95 chug
All red on, death row chain
MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame
Outcome was the same
Death on arrival, death to my rivals
Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral
Yea, that’s the stairway to heaven nigga
On my big shit, waitin’ on the seven nigga
Order cocaine white like a wet nigga
The king’s stuntin’ on these peasant niggas

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

[Verse 3]
It’s like bringin’ ‘round the Rosay
Hand on the bottle, sit back and get cozy
Still killin’ that white bitch OJ
Knockin’ home comin’ from Kanye, Coldplay
It was me and Jose in the hallway
House full of dope with the punk by the doorway
True story, niggas is true for me
But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories
I while out, throw you off of a 2-story
Nigga, just to break your leg
Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg
Yea, so hurry up and get it poached
Get the feds, get the light when you’re fuckin’ with the dope
Catch me in LA fuckin’ with the smoke
Or maybe in San Fran with an OG nigga that used to get it on pan am
Wut?

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air