GRABBA (Remix)

(Okay, Kino, I see you)

(Draco)

This grip, it gon' punch like grabba

Ron Suno, **** know the fuckin' vibes

**** ain't never on nada

Gang

Bucks like proper

Look like proper

**** ain't never on nada

I need them bucks like—

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the— yes

I'ma go hop out the f—

I'ma go hop out and

Yes

Brrt, boom

This grip, it gon' punch like grabba

Uh, **** ain't never on nada

I need them bucks like Giannis

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and—

Yes, I'ma go hop out and—

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a strap, strap

So how could I lack, lack, lack?

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a st— Yes

So how could I— (Gang)

They call me Big Suno, never lack

I keep a grippy stuffed up in the sack

I got this .45 up in the bag

Please do not post the Live of where you at

**** gon' hate and talk, but never mind it

If I see oppers, tell a bitch to line 'em

I cannot fuck if shorty not exotic

She got a man and said, "Let's get me naughty"

I'm gettin' heavy money than my teachers

I sip on Henny, I don't do the liters

Told her to rate me on a scale from one through ten, goddamn, I nearly broke the meter

I got a bad bitch named Aaliyah

She give me top, I'm taking off her sneakers

Oh, that's your friend? Come and she can join too, like, fuck it, we gon' have a threesome

I'm in a big body, not a beamer

I'm in my prime like 'Bron playin' Cleveland

Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it

She wanna bump my music, but don't leak it

I feel like Trey Songz with the setties

Oh that's your wife? I'm grabbing on her wetty

I might just hit and pass her to the lefty

She said she love me, I don't let her text me

This grip, it gon' punch like grabba

Uh, **** ain't never on nada

I need them bucks like Giannis

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and—

Yes, I'ma go hop out and—

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a strap, strap

So how could I lack, lack, lack?

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a st— Yes

So how could I— (Gang)

Look

Spliffy gon' beat now, five degrees

You a treesh, get up on your knees

After the nut, told her to cut, give a fuck where you go, but you gotta leave

I ain't have shit, pockets was slim, now my suvies come from overseas

Run around, two step, then he bleed

Then I send him back overseas

My Rollie go click-clack, let me have it

MAC empty, we aim at his six pack

All my ****, they know to get back

You ain't solid, break him like a KitKat

Yo, Suno

We top five, backcourt duo

Fly to the Ms with a few hoes

Lamb chop Urus, fuck a two-door

This grip, it gon' punch like grabba

Uh, **** ain't never on nada

I need them bucks like Giannis

Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)

Uh, I'ma go hop out and—

Yes, I'ma go hop out and—

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a strap, strap

So how could I lack, lack, lack?

Tell 'em get back, back, back

Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts

I keep a st— Yes

So how could I— (Gang)