Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mercy, artist - Grip. Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mercy |
| Smoke, smoke, I want all the smoke, bitch I’m never runnin' |
| Yeah, they afraid of boy like he the second comin' |
| Uh, Jesus Christ, how is he this nice? |
| Can’t be out here cakin', bitch I need a slice |
| Catalina drive, that where granny stay |
| We were throwin' hands, you were watchin' anime (Okay) |
| I come from a life that you don’t wanna know (What's that?) |
| Walkin' past them zombies at the corner store |
| Pistols poppin', niggas droppin' on the day to day |
| I was eight first time I seen a nigga spray a K |
| We cut through the planet when it cut, it cut this (Cut this) |
| Flipped couple more, and set that bid on budness |
| Industry niggas is lame, really I be like fuck it (Fuck it) |
| Bitch if I get in the game, I’m givin' you nigga buckets (Swish) |
| I never did it for fame, I need all my duckets |
| Just 'cause you grippin' to aim, don’t mean you gon' bust it (Okay) |
| Lord please have a mercy on a nigga |
| That thought he was a killa |
| 'Cause he don’t really want smoke (He don’t really want smoke) |
| Hell nah, nigga, no (Hell nah, nigga, no) |
| We ain’t signin' to no major, chose to thug it out |
| They like «GRIP, we need to talk», I be like «What about?» |
| I can’t tell if you do rap or you do R&B |
| Use your CD for a ashtray, pardon me |
| Wasn’t supportin' me back when I whipped the Accord |
| So now I be acting accordingly, black and disorderly |
| What you make daily I’m stackin' it quarterly |
| Pack a forty, so don’t try to press me |
| Scanned on a cheque like I’m Gretzky |
| I need a Esby, let’s be honest |
| Niggas is extra modest, so we came from less |
| So we had to stress the dollars |
| No cheques and balances |
| Where I’m from, there’s more TECs than challengers |
| Be the vets and protect your calendar |
| You can get what up, and niggas recording your death on camera |
| All on the web for amateurs, this is Atlanta zoo |
| Niggas' animals so they fuck with you |
| But it’s scandalous, Stray gang from the A to Los Angeles |
| Niggas is panickin', here come the man again |
| And he gunnin' for the spot that you standin' in |
| Never bet against a kid if you gamblin' |
| Say you 'bout it, nigga go get the blammin' then |
| Lord please have a mercy on a nigga |
| That thought he was a killa |
| 'Cause he don’t really want smoke (He don’t really want smoke) |
| Hell nah, nigga, no (Hell nah, nigga, no) |