Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God's Warrior , by - Tee Grizzley. Release date: 05.06.2019
Song language: English
God's Warrior |
| Everybody with me clumsy |
| We all be droppin' shit |
| Droppin' niggas, droppin' icicles, fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma crib |
| Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit |
| Any means, I’m gon' eat |
| Slide with the tank on full |
| Leave with the Glock on E |
| I got a K, it hold a hunnid |
| But I got lazy, only put 90 |
| Money make your whole team vanish |
| That’s a paper trick, Origami |
| I be dolo, don’t need a posse |
| If you got the wave, I got the tsunami |
| Chain hit like Ike Turner |
| But I don’t beat bitches, I beat bodies |
| I just buss' the Chain Reactions just to stump a nigga in Versace |
| Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy |
| You lookin' for me, pussy? |
| Come find me |
| And I’m not gon' snatch your chain |
| I’m gon' take it off politely |
| So when I go back to sell it, it’s not damaged, not even slightly |
| Raised 'round killers, that’s how I’m cut |
| Find out where he stay, I don’t shoot the house up |
| Lay in that bush till you lames lock up |
| Whoever walk outside first drop somethin' |
| Lift that chopper, go nuts |
| That was his momma? |
| So what? |
| Nigga that’s your fault, we wanted your blood |
| And your bitch take dick like a grown up |
| I’m a product of them streets |
| Sharks and hustlers, I’m from the deep |
| Bring a nigga to the feast |
| We not stingy, homey, eat |
| He get greedy, put him to sleep |
| They gotta identify him by his teeth |
| We gon' kill you if you freeze when your job was to squeeze, nigga |
| (I'm here slangin' on display) |
| I got a Uzi and it sound like (Boom) |
| I got a Draco and it sound like (Boom) |
| Sheesh |
| Knock your shit open, the bullets explosive |
| Fall and you get stood over |
| Can’t run outta bullets in a shoot out |
| Takin' my time, countin' as I’m blowin' |
| Yeah, drumsticks |
| Guitar-sized AR’s, we a little band |
| Rapper dissed me, I made every show like I’m his biggest fan |
| Hollows in that Sprinter van gon' leave somebody crippled, man |
| You see your DJ’s brain come through his head, you will turn religious, man |
| Havin' my way |
| I’ma see what’s up at the range, let’s practice okay? |
| (Let's practice okay?) |
| Dead bodies in the hood, pour acids on it for rapid decay |
| Granny don’t even know the savage she raised, nigga (Savage she raised nigga) |
| 200K get you took off the planet today nigga (On my mother) |
| Ay, niggas hoes, I don’t feel 'em |
| Cut his head like a dick, let his homeboys deal him |
| Fuck who rockin' with him |
| Catch his bitch at the mall and she shoe-shoppin' nigga |
| Don’t let 'em die, just shoot out the windows |
| That’s how I’m comin' (That's how I’m comin') |
| You not faster than no bullets, why is you runnin'? |
| (Fuck is you runnin'?) |
| I be talkin' to my Glock like you be buggin' (Bitch you be trippin') |
| I put four G’s on my drop, them bitches revvin' (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| They like, «Grizzley bro, you rich, why is you thuggin'?"(Why am I thuggin'?) |
| Big Meech was rich, ain’t nobody ask him why was he hustlin' (Why is he |
| hustlin'?) |
| What y’all need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffin' (Fake ass niggas) |
| Took my FN off my hip like, «You've been summoned"(Bop!) |