Lyrics Numbers - Grip

Numbers

Granny said niggas only get what niggas give
So I gave these niggas hell just to live how I live
They burying they selves taking digs at the kid
Keep a stick on side of my bed and a sig on the fridge
Blickies in the couch
Put a can on the SBR
That’s strictly for the house
It whisper then ya shout
And I keep that 2011 with me like a spouse
Precise with that bitch could knock a whisker off a mouse
Black out all of my whips
Super max all of my contracts
Double stack all of my clips
Do the dash on your scatpack
Packed out to show see GRIP
I do this shit in my sleep bruh
Niggas ain’t never had shit
The fuck you mad at me for
Ripping up an eviction notice in the crib with roaches
Nigga life will be a blur if you don’t shift your focus
Came out on the other side picture perfect
Could’ve been a victim of a homicide shit was worth it
Clutch metal to offset my trust level
Bust several so I’m standing when the dust settle
Fuck a ceiling never let 'em box you in
Touch a million stretch it with yo partna then
Do that shit again then do that shit again
Put some Numbers on the board nigga get a win
Get another win then another win
Runnin' up the score baby rub it in
Last year I gotta a bigger plate, and left u lames starving for scraps
I tripled rates, but you can blame Marshall for that
Parkin' the 'lac, sparking the pack sharp as a tack
I got it covered like a truck with a tarp on the back
What up Ant, we been going hard to the rack
Before I started to rap
And me and Tigg 4 flats
When you see a real nigga you gotta tip your hat
And since I’m a real nigga, I do just that
Stray Society I got my dawgs in this bitch
Keep your mind off of mine maybe ya’ll can get rich
If you gon play the game know the flaws and the risks
Done seen too many niggas slip and fall for the glitz
Meet some real niggas you build with em it ain’t a lot of us
You tweaking if you got less dollars than followers
All that tweeting niggas lookin' like fans
But we eatin' off our words Grip cooking god damn
Clutch metal to offset my trust level
Bust several so I’m standing when the dust settle
Fuck a ceiling never let 'em box you in
Touch a million stretch it with yo partna then
Do that shit again then do that shit again
Put some Numbers on the board nigga get a win
Get another win then another win
Runnin' up the score baby rub it in