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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jobina Satish Brown
Jobina Satish Brown
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My cousin said, "This how you do it"
Let the dope money hide in the music
Can't say goodbye to the trap
Got a whole brick of white and it's wrapped
I used to stay on that bitch
Just bust her down at the wrist
Just bust her down like a zip
Now when I shoot my shot, it's a swish
[Verse 2]
When the police try to get me
I used to run and jump fences
Now, when I'm pullin' up, it's a Bentley
I became one with the mission
We like skydivers, everybody strapped
And we like a good audience, 'cause everybody clap
Your bitch like a rehab, everybody crack
Laser on the Glock, trip and everybody zapped
[Verse 3]
Let me take 'em back
Two thousand seven
Got on my knees
Looked up to Heaven
And I used to pray for the drip
I used to pray for the drip
I used to pray for this shit
I used to pray for this shit
[Verse 4]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that, just to shine like this
I used to pray for the drip
I used to pray for the drip
I used to pray for this shit
I used to pray for this shit
[Verse 5]
Sat in a cell, and I felt defeated
Open the Bible, I read it
The world is so cold, anemic
Suicide doors on the 'Ghini
I looked in the eyes of a demon
Martin Luther, think I'm dreamin'
We go Freddy Krueger, chopper singin'
'Bout to funk with the refs like Serena
[Verse 6]
Prayed for the times like this
Big boy Patek, make 'em panic with the wrist
Big stones, baguette the fists
Gotta pick a bone, the Sig don't kick
Styrofoam, double up, Twix
Bitch, eat it up, we gon' reel in the fish
Drip out the licks, drip out the sticks
Bentley Bentayga, big body kits
[Verse 7]
Put it on the gang, we won't flop
Twenty five thots on the boat dock
Don't try 'Set, I hope not
You gon' have a tan when your toes hot
I did for the bag, no clout
Leave it in the pad, that's the old route
Lamborghini drive, bring your ho out
Trappin' all this coke, I pray for the drip
[Verse 8]
I used to pray for the drip
I used to pray for this shit
I used to pray for this shit
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that, just to shine like this
I used to pray for the drip
I used to pray for the drip
I used to pray for this shit
I used to pray for this shit
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that, just to shine like this
Written by: Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Martin McCurtis, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Jobina Satish Brown
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