Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gave That Back, artist - Tee Grizzley.
Date of issue: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gave That Back |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah |
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger |
I ain’t goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it’s on the track |
Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still’ll twist your cap (Grrah) |
Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back |
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back |
Ayy, my nigga Tee the sergeant (Ayy), neighborhood locksmith (Ayy) |
Uber in whip caves, five stars, get a top lift |
If I gotta stand tall, I’ma drop shit |
Westside, thirty on the Weston, call it Glocksmith (Boom) |
We come from that cloth that they don’t make no more (They don’t) |
Text your bitch like, «Pop out,» she text back, you made her stay at home (This |
ho ass) |
Baby Grizz and Momma Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (They here) |
Ridin' in that SRT Demon but them angels close, I ain’t alone |
Say the clip full, brodie (Rrah), we gon' spray that doe |
Opp know ain’t shit they can do, they ain’t gon' save that doe (That's it) |
Eat me in a Rolls-Royce, I just might make a ho |
Told that lil' bitch to bring her friends, I don’t date alone |
Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you? |
(What?) |
I got that Drac alone |
Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don’t play that song |
All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone |
Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones |
Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles |
Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it’s a Drac show |
Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on |
Let my O.G. |
out, can’t wait to put my nigga Blaze on |
Asked bro before I got locked, I was twenty up (No cap, nigga) |
Ayy, now it’s eight hunnid and twenty plus |
All shops, thirty pokin', givin' twenty up |
Go get me a water, bitch I’m rollin' like a twenty bud |
Ayy, at the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your ho up here (Come here) |
On the jet I’m wearin', red lights stop but she gon' go up here (She goin') |
All my shooters smart but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (What?) |
Call my label up like, «Bring that bag and baby bro in there» (Baby Grizz) |
Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.) |
I don’t wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (Ayy yo, pull up) |
You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (Ten toes) |
And my pistols like Snoop, six-four, switches on them Glocks (Brr) |
I ain’t goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it’s on the track |
Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still’ll twist your cap |
Gave my momma all that time, she did ten and gave that back |
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty stacks and made that back |
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger |