Grip - Momma Told Me! Lyrics


Niggas be saying I fell off
Well let’s get it back popping
Talking shit but when they see me it’s Grip
Ay, when your track dropping?
Fat pockets had to run up a sack
Just to go sacks shopping
Matchboxes Ant went with the white
I did the black option
Stalking my Insta and counting my views
These niggas stat watching
Cause smacked a nigga with a tool
Now he got a cracked noggin
Stack profits while the rest of these fools
Argue over rap topics
Nigga say he finna slide on me
You know where I’m at stop it
Homie looking at me sideways, well he musta slept bad
Lil buddy bet not lay a finger on me, just like a stepdad
Headed back from Cali with a oski, that’s in my checked bag
Nigga really I was high as hell, they thought it was jet lag
I don’t really want ya girl dawg, I already had the drawls
Oh, she put you on Grip, go run the streams up on my catalogue
Looking at my kid pictures like he don’t look bad at all
I was sneaking in the medicine cabinet, stealing Adderalls

My momma told me don’t mess with these messy lil’ hoes
Get a check make it stretch and get more
Grip a Tec to protect you from foes
Get some rest, that’s a definite no
Don’t you quit watching me flex and go set you some goals
The homies be stepping on toes
Don’t roam this section with ya necklace exposed
Have you peeling off checking for holes
My momma told me don’t mess with these messy lil’ hoes
Get a check make it stretch and get more
Grip a Tec to protect you from foes
Get some rest, that’s a definite no
Don’t you quit watching me flex and go set you some goals
The homies be stepping on toes
Don’t roam this section with ya necklace exposed
Have you peeling off checking for holes

Momma told me get the guap, be low key
Cop and smoke tree on the block with Ol’ E
Gots to know we opt to pop it
Tote a Glock for ops and watch for police
The pockets obese a drop with no keys
Profit for Gs then shop for gold teeth
Never had a pops you cannot control me
Niggas take shots and get cropped Adobe
Mac or PC, packed a piece
I had the sack at BP adapt or sink
And now the raps on TV, that’s a GG
Damn a Grammy and a platinum CD
In what way could a plaque complete me?
Lap whack cats like the track at PE
And still got time for a nap I’m sleepy
This pack got dispatched from ET
This is a mismatch stick with the kickback
All I gotta do is pop the clip in and clit clat
Dismiss the chit chat dismember clicks that
Assembled a diss track, I’d rather get racks sip ‘yac
I got problems word to 6lack
Big facts, break a bitch back this a Kit Kat
And curve her, she still won’t think of it as a mishap
I’m a misfit, and she miss that
Where your list at, I’m finna nitpick
You ain’t heard grip rap, that nigga sick sick
I flipped zips when you were doing kick flips
Cut the top off, a lil snip snip
Now the titties out, a lil nip slip
Fools better step this shit up wear a Fitbit
A time bomb I’m finna boom after the tic tic
East side zone 6 shit

My momma told me don’t mess with these messy lil’ hoes
Get a check make it stretch and get more
Grip a Tec to protect you from foes
Get some rest, that’s a definite no
Don’t you quit watching me flex and go set you some goals
The homies be stepping on toes
Don’t roam this section with ya necklace exposed
Have you peeling off checking for holes
My momma told me don’t mess with these messy lil’ hoes
Get a check make it stretch and get more
Grip a Tec to protect you from foes
Get some rest, that’s a definite no
Don’t you quit watching me flex and go set you some goals
The homies be stepping on toes
Don’t roam this section with ya necklace exposed
Have you peeling off checking for holes

My momma told me to flex on these hoes
My momma told me to stunt on these niggas
My momma told me to flex on these hoes
And stunt on these niggas, ha-ha


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