Grip & Ride

H-S, Gaza strips, splash-splash like Kanye and Kim

If we turn up now, weapons out, are you gonna back your goon?

Harlem, dip pricks when they ride, ay, masked up to my eyes

Harlem this, that, grip-grip, and then ride

Ding-dong coupes, skid-skrrt through

I ride dot-dot, and the back is loose

Mm, T-Y drivin' too, free T-Y

Creep up on yutes (Boo)

See man scatter in twos

Am, am, one, am in Zoots gang

Screamin' out, Harlem crew

G, G Smarko, too rude

The kitchen broke, so he's using a tool

Harlem, Harlem, major money gang crew

(Harlem for money, Spartans for what we about)

If we, if we turn up now, weapons out, are you gonna back your goon?

She, brown-brown, and she cute

Darlin', you can be a Spartan, too

Ay, chocolate throwin' up K's

Got caramels doing it, too

Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng

Bro's, bro's inside of her mouth, while you was inside of her room

Three man, four blades on your estate

'Cause S-A got two

With Oboy, he Ku

Zico with one stab, too

Kennington, watch where you're riding, too

Trap and ride on yutes

Gyal, bands and violence, too

I'm no victim, before you're thinkin' I backed his kitchen on you

Harlem this, that, grip-grip, and then ride

Harlem this, that, grip-grip, and then ride

Dip-Dip pricks when they ride, ay, masked up to my eyes

Harlem this, that, grip-grip, and then ride

Chocolate darlin' passes, says she like the way that I'm boppin'

Used to Kenny Bop in my college

Fuck it, violate, we get horrid

Please acknowledge, Spartans bucked these yutes, they're not on it

Fam, demonic thoughts when I'm shoppin'

Roll, roll out let's get dropping

Man down-Man down

Brown and blushing

Know Harlem Spartans get homage

A lot of man are on nothin'

Badmon, take your hands out your pockets

Trap, trap, mash I get guap in

Cats, dem love the food that I'm shottin'

Trap, trap, twenty-two times, and we got choppin'

Loose, screaming out that I love it

Bitches screamin' out to just stop it

Fuck it, on your block, don't get spotted, spotted

Back the stuff and get poppin'

We stand our ground, we ain't runnin'

Fam, grip your sword and get choppin'

Man, need to know who they're watchin'

Fam, I'll expose what I'm tuckin'

If mine jams, then I'll buck him

My main bitch is my flick

My side bitch is my stick

S-A with that black blade, he hear one flick and get dipped

Blood drip off the dip-dip

It's a splash ting when we grip

It's Harlem, bitch

Spartans lookin' all Harlem-ish

H-S, Gaza strips, splash-splash like Kanye and Kim

If we, if we turn up now, weapons out, are you gonna back your goon?

Harlem, dip pricks when they ride, ay, masked up to my eyes

Harlem this, that, grip-grip, and then ride