Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep The Rest, artist - Tee Grizzley. Date of issue: 07.11.2018
Song language: English
Keep The Rest |
| If you ain’t fuckin' found somebody else’s time to waste |
| At the Rolls dealership like, «Hmm, I’m just gon' cop the Wraith» |
| Free my lil' bro, he 'posed to got it and got out the way (Damn, bro) |
| Nigga, we don’t get no sleep 'cause we be grindin' hard (Grind) |
| Bring the game to its knees, you know I’m tryin' hard (Rap game) |
| I believe in the Constitution (Yeah) |
| So you know I exercise my right to bear firearms |
| Ayy, and I don’t owe a nigga shit, y’all can blow a nigga’s dick |
| We got sticks in our bags, we shoot bags to the sticks |
| V called home from jail, it’s a hundred for a 10th |
| Mark come home in 2020 so I set aside an M |
| You gon' hear a lot of shit about me |
| But I ain’t clearin' up shit, you gon' believe what you believe |
| All my haters broke, drug dealers or no-name MCs (Wack) |
| Or a bitch who ate my dick and then got left up at the suite, hold up (Bitch |
| stay there) |
| I don’t take pictures with no guns 'cause they not for show |
| We ain’t family, my nigga, stop callin' me «Bro» (Who is you?) |
| You would hate to see my face if I was still broke |
| Treat you like a stripper 'bout your jewelry, take it off slow (Give it up) |
| Used to rob niggas, I’d run up on 'em with two Glocks |
| Like run that, before you meet my favorite rapper, 2Pac |
| 50 shots on him so the Glizzy really a oowop |
| I got the dope, you got the money, we can do a swap (Swap it out) |
| Used to want a G-Shock, then the Patek came |
| Make sure your bitch was home at 12, it’s a respect thing (Yeah) |
| Heard niggas snatchin' chains, I ain’t finna wrestle |
| Trippin' get your stupid ass lit up like the Patek bezel |
| So much dough, I had to bag it with a shovel |
| I’m the reason they put metal detectors in DPSs |
| Lou said if you get shot, you ain’t gon' die if you don’t panic |
| You ain’t gon' die if you don’t panic, hold up |
| That ho ain’t cut me off for you, boy, I demoted her |
| I ain’t tryna get to know you, ho, you know what’s up |
| Hundred on my chopper 'cause that 30 don’t shoot long enough |
| If you ain’t a private client, your account don’t hold enough (Get it up) |
| Gang 'til the world go up in flames, I ain’t switchin' |
| Presidential, ain’t no tickin', chopper bust you down like our wrists |
| Glock got the .40 and I got the big four nickel |
| Don’t make us separate your body from your spirit, ayy |
| This money ain’t stop a nigga from bein' vicious |
| Alcohol on the shells, no DNA or no witness (Clean it up) |
| Grind hard 'cause I still remember them evictions |
| I owe Granny some plates, I used to chop up on her dishes (Chop 'em down) |
| Heavy checks, still trappin', call it rich hustlin' (Call it rich hustlin') |
| Tell these niggas gon' 'head with all that dick suckin' (Boy, you a dick sucker) |
| Heavy checks, still trappin', call it rich hustlin' |
| I don’t know if niggas gay or what 'cause y’all be dick suckin' (Nigga) |
| I got a rapper’s baby mama playin' in my dreads (Let's get it) |
| Money off the music, still playin' with the meds (What else?) |
| Had to slow up on the 10, can’t play with the feds (Why?) |
| I ain’t trippin' on that shit, we ran up the bands |
| Real nigga, so I’m cool with my ex-bitch (Ex-bitch) |
| Stay fresh, keep some bands, I’m from the West, bitch (Joy Road, bitch) |
| We hit the club and make a mess, bitch (Fuck it up) |
| Like free the real, keep the rest, bitch |
| Free the guys, man, you know we gon' hold this shit down |
| By the time you look up, that shit gonna be over with |
| And it’s back to ballin' |
| Come pick your boys up in that Bent' truck or somethin', ah |