Lyrics

(Grizz) Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam Catch me fiddling in your kitchen with them pots and pans Don't ask questions trying to get it I don't think that you can If you not Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam I been running up a ticket know some niggas wanna stop it When it come down to the cheddar niggas know I ain't rocking Imma skinny nigga swole mind no I ain't boxing Bet if it come down to my peoples grab the pole and I'll spark it I know these niggas really tryna jam me I'd hate to take a nigga from his family But I know he think I'm bluffing ain't no plan B So I had to throw them bullets Peyton Manning I hate to make examples of niggas Big iron and I'm ready for to cancel a nigga Sweet purp shit that fucked up my enamel a killer No nurse but somehow I access all them pain killers I'm high high high high Say he stepping but he do not got no pressure applied Every night I'm on the road I gotta sleep with my 9 It ain't nothing if that nigga wanna run up and try it Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam Catch me fiddling in your kitchen with them pots and pans Don't ask questions trying to get it I don't think that you can If you not Gas, Guns, Guap, or Fam I been running up a ticket know some niggas wanna stop it When it come down to the cheddar niggas know I ain't rocking Imma skinny nigga swole mind no I ain't boxing Bet if it come down to my peoples grab the pole and I'll spark it
Writer(s): Tehya Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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