Lyrics Gold Grips - Chito Rana$

Gold grips on my all black .38
I been put in overtime, tryna have my family straight
Real talk, you don't know what i been through
I just write my poetry and spit on instrumentals
Gold grips on my all black .38
I been put in overtime, tryna have my family straight
Real talk, you don't know what i been through
I just write my poetry and spit on instrumentals

I told my momma one day that I gotta
I just wanna date my baby momma for my daughter
My son told me that he wanna be just like his father
But I know hes gonna be way better than his father
I been workin hella hard, I'm feelin like I broke my back
But I think about my family, and I just handle that
Gotta think of other jales, just to get some extra cash
Also got a bitch inside the telly, making me some racks
A .38 Super, right beside of me
I had to name her Vicky, cause she gave me all my victories
She's the only one I trust, and she's the only one for me
I swear that I love her, she protect me from my enemies
Only vatos that i trust, is my brothers,???,
We just watching all our visions turn into reality
Smoking with Pablito, we patrolling in the GMC
Call mi compa gallo, keep it trucha till we D.I.E

Gold grips on my all black .38
I been put in overtime, tryna have my family straight
Real talk, you don't know what i been through
I just write my poetry and spit on instrumentals
Gold grips on my all black .38
I been put in overtime, tryna have my family straight
Real talk, you don't know what i been through
I just write my poetry and spit on instrumentals

If these vatos busting at me, then I'm busting back
When I hit a milly, then Im quickly moving out of Sac'
Chotas stepping on my toes, enemies all on my ass
I just want a rancho with some horses and a Cadillac
Gold grips on my all black .38
Pégale en la cara homie, that means shoot him in the face
Speaking on my family, but you won't say it to our face
Gon' be lookin for you, watch, just put your body in the grave
Beefing wit my people, got your momma prayin to a saint
Feelin like I'm gonna die, but I want another day
Rolling up another benny, just so i can snort some cane
I know that I'm fuckin up, I just never wanna change
Pretty ladies wanna talk to me so they can give me head
Everything I do, I do it for my people and my fam
Everything I do, it got me feelin like I am the best
Vatos hella pussy, but this ammo ripping through his flesh

Gold grips on my all black .38
I been put in overtime, tryna have my family straight
Real talk, you don't know what i been through
I just write my poetry and spit on instrumentals
Gold grips on my all black .38
I been put in overtime, tryna have my family straight
Real talk, you don't know what i been through
I just write my poetry and spit on instrumentals