Kae.Kapone & Gusto Man$on - Grah Grah Pt. II

Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah
Never let a pussy try to play me, I don't fuck with opps
Put that on my son, play with the gang, we'll knock a nigga off
Hanging with them opps, you ain't my mans, you moving like them cops
Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah
Hundred thousand racks up in my safe, swear I ain't took no loss
You ain't been a shooter, ain't on shit like you been a boss
Shooters think that Kobe, stick screaming like Diana Ross

Bad bitch in my phone, she see I'm up, bitch you can't fuck for free
I ain't serving dubs get on your shit, come hit a lick with me
Shawty down to ride, she gon fuck and hit a drill with me
Counting up this bread in the Benz, damn I can't take no heat
Hit the club, don't need no security, I keep that strap on me
Shhhhhh let me shut up cause them feds, trying to find me
Brand new whip with matching red seats, you ain't as hot as me
I ain't doing features on your shit unless you pay a fee
Damn, I'm bout to tweak out
Sipping on that dirty, too fucked up that I can't see now
We some warriors when we step on shit, let's get them sticks out
Pussy talking like he bout it, I guess that we'll see now
Matching whips we pull up in traffic, we make em spin round
Niggas be so pussy, if I lack they ain't gon pop out
My hittas shoot shit like they Curry, now how that shit sound
Shawty for the team, I hit her once, then passed the bitch round

Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah, grrrah
Never let a pussy try to play me, I don't fuck with opps
Put that on my son, play with the gang, I'll knock a nigga off
Hanging with them opps, you ain't my man, you moving like the cops
Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah, grrrah
Hundred thousand racks up in my safe, so I ain't took a loss
You ain't been a shooter, you ain't on shit, like you been a boss
Shooters think they Kobe, stick screaming like Diana Ross

Make a nigga scream out " man what", like his name Durk
Pop a Perpio and start to smirk, don't play you will get murked
What that smell, goddamn, it pussy
He tried me like a rookie, can't play hookie when I teach this lesson
I'm a motherfuckin' blessing, I see these niggas stressing
Cause I'm having that shit
Third finger stay up in the sky
Cause I don't give no fuck
Test your luck chicken little
Watch ya feathers get plucked
Imma dog off the chain
I hit my knees at night and pray that I don't wake up insane
That money getting to my brain
Aye yeah
So I maintain my own lane
Cause these niggas really lame

Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah, grrrah
Never let a pussy try to play me, I don't fuck with opps
Put that on my son, play with the gang, we'll knock a nigga off
Hanging with them opps, you ain't my man's, you moving like them cops
Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah, grrrah
Hundred thousand racks up in my safe, swear I ain't took no loss
You ain't been no shooter, you ain't on shit like you been a boss
Shooters think they Kobe, sticks screaming like Diana Ross

Written by:
Keshaun Kelly, Robert Parks

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