Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost and Found, artist - Tee Grizzley. Date of issue: 07.11.2018
Song language: English
Lost and Found |
| Stack, pray, stay out the way, you gon' make it out |
| Whole brick in the trap, we gon' break it down |
| Audemar, fuck the plain, we gon' spray it down |
| Run up on you, ain’t no talkin', we gon' lay you down |
| Pussy boy, please don’t make a nigga lay you down |
| Big kahunas on the Glock, monkey nuts, fifty rounds |
| Fuck boy better shh, better not make a sound |
| Leave your ass on the ground, leave your ass lost and found |
| Oh oh, okay, okay, he want a flick, huh huh |
| Okay, I heard that nigga got that bag, uh uh |
| Huh, huh, we need it all, go get the TEC, uh uh |
| My niggas shootin' shit in public, we don’t text, okay |
| Sat in prison all them years and I came out hurt |
| On the block of no return, shoot at unknown curbs |
| I got two sides to me, half grizzly, half shark |
| Jump in that water or them woods and get ripped apart |
| This assault rifle so big, this bitch can come apart |
| I remember stealin' bikes, now I got auto-start |
| Melly, slatt slatt slatt, that’s that gang talk |
| And fuck a chain, I’ll snatch a nigga brain off |
| Ass on, I want to ride on her |
| She a lot, uh uh, he surprised I’m hung, yeah |
| Beat that pussy bitch, with the .223 |
| I been totin' sticks before puberty, huh |
| All these freaky bitches see the truth in me, huh |
| She’s like Melly, baby, you abusing me, hmm |
| And we made it out of poverty, uh |
| Thirty thousand on the Cuban link, uh |
| This shit here what I’m distributing |
| Good dope in Detroit, yeah, distributing |
| Uh, ooh-E |
| He on that and I’m on E, nah |
| Ooh she say she popped a bean, uh |
| Nut on her face like, «Maybe it’s Maybelline» |
| Fuck a nigga’s bitch good, she ain’t gon' go back to him |
| Gave an opp the whole thirty, felt like I owed that to him |
| And Doc ain’t shootin' just to shoot, that boy know what he doin' |
| And fuck niggas, that ain’t my business, I don’t know what they doin' |
| And Block ain’t pimpin' just to pimp, he got the hoes lit |
| Have my Bloods put some blood on your whole fit |
| That Instagram bitch you like, she sucked the whole dick |
| And I don’t trust her, I’m fuckin', clutchin' my four-fifth |
| They been screamin' up the block, cops ain’t even carin' |
| If them bitches get behind me they gon' get embarrassed |
| Melly, where the Florida hoes, nigga? |
| Sharing is caring |
| If we do a drill together, they gon' think we terrorists |