| These motherfuckers, act like we was gone somewhere
|
| Bitch we still in the game, and we still running shit
|
| It’s bout time I set it off round this motherfucker, Boss
|
| I tell a motherfucker, check out the grill
|
| Check out the steel, check out the fifth wheel
|
| Scope out the belts and bumpers, on back of the black Lac
|
| I got a black Mac, in a backpack
|
| Lil' nigga, known to bang to the tip-top
|
| Zip a nigga, in a six foot Ziplock
|
| Make a talking ass nigga, get a lip lock
|
| I’ve been rapping for the cash, fuck hip-hop
|
| Bitch niggas, don’t get far
|
| Boss bout to make a nigga, get a big scar
|
| Are you ready, for the big war
|
| Got big G’s, hopping out of big blue cars
|
| Big blue stars on our feet, nigga don’t slip with the heat
|
| Niggas go to sleep, with the heat
|
| With a toe tag, on his feet
|
| When we creep, ain’t a damn thang sweet
|
| Better watch out, 'fore you open your mouth up
|
| Cause niggas out the H, might beat your block up
|
| Dropped on the block, with the top done popped up
|
| Fell back the trunk, and unlock the knocked up
|
| Look at the grill on my car, look at the grill in my mouth
|
| Look at the grill, on top of the big truck
|
| Cuts in my mouth, it’s invisible stuff
|
| Get back bitch, 'fore a nigga get rough
|
| I got a 4−5, and I bet I don’t bluff
|
| I got a bad bitch, but a nigga don’t cuff
|
| Seem real high, but a nigga don’t puff (a nigga don’t puff)
|
| Not on the weed, but I’m riding hydro
|
| Might get killed, for everything that I know
|
| But I got way mo' tips, than hollow
|
| To make a nigga don’t want drama, no mo'
|
| Don’t get blessed, run in your mouth
|
| A click of guerillas, might run in your house
|
| On top of that, we might run in your spouse
|
| The same way, that a nigga run through the South
|
| We G-A-N-G-S-T-A
|
| Running from the laws, from around my way
|
| Ain’t no way, to get around my K
|
| Deep down South, is what I rep everyday
|
| (*talking*)
|
| This is just the beginning of this shit
|
| Assholes By Nature nigga, Slow Loud And Bangin'
|
| Motherfuckers running round here, really smelling theyself
|
| I outta put you hoes back in place, back and touch your toe self
|
| So you know the real, and you know what’s not
|
| Nigga S.L.A.B. |
| been in this shit, we been in these streets
|
| We running this shit nigga, simple and plain
|
| Screwed Up Click, Assholes By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'
|
| Ain’t shit changed round here baby, we gon keep it gutter a hundred percent
|
| We been on this pain shit for real, peep game recognize
|
| Look at the grill, bitch ass motherfuckers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look at tha Grill, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song 7 Years and Runnin (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп