Lyrics Grip - Packy

Grip

Nighttime ridin', I could feel the breeze
My right-hand man whippin' shorties in the back seat
Tell me, what else do I need?
Feel like I manifest everything I see
Lately, I been on a roll on the low
Been a broken record with like four choes in a row
Always end up saying shit like, ''Go with the flow''
Swear I’m turning me into a man, I don’t even know
But these hoes will be hoes, seen it first hand
Now I only run the give-n-go, I’m the worst, man
I be over shit quick, I just hit the red button then I get lit
Don’t keep in touch, keep the distance
I just hit the red button and I get lit
On my level check the dipstick
I be on my level, on my level when I get lit
Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty, grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, look at what I go through, it’s a trip
Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man
Talking to my dogs about the future
I been feeling confident as hell, we won’t have it how we
We won’t have it how we use' to
I been leading by example, I been really transcending
In between, a new beginning and a happy ending
I don’t want this shit to change any of us
Last of the real ones
There ain’t many of us
I remember thinking different every time they said they love us (love us)
Now they really love us, the women undercover every time they under covers
All these girls snitchin' on each other, they the coldest
They tryna turn my new girl into my old bitch (Old bitch)
That shit is unbecoming
I tend to find it if they always down, then they up to somethin'
They double O’s, like it’s nothin', nothin'
I kick em' out the double doors, then I hit the button
Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, look at' what I go through, it’s a trip
Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man
Maybe I’m just too selective
Maybe I’m afraid of gettin' rejected
Maybe I’m just lookin' for perfection
Maybe I just don’t put in the effort
People are petty these days, men ain’t ready these days
Women hoeing, but they want a man that’s steady these days
Maybe I’m too set in my ways, I don’t know
Maybe you don’t love me, it’s just something you say
That’s why I grip the road
Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, look at what I go through, it’s a trip
Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man