Lyrics Curse - Lil Grim

Everybody tight nigga it's about who get the ups first
Hold my head up high 'cause I know it could be much worse
I'm 3G I never lied on one verse
I'm in the field my cleats stuck in the turf
Every time a nigga come home a nigga get locked man that shit is a curse
I probably die with it on me arp probably fit in a hearse
G23 it could fit in her purse
I ain't get to know her I was hitting her first
I was on the back end getting the top
Opps on frontline we spinning the block
Lil G on hits he be hitting the Glock
Brand new chop probably give it to Wop

Fishing with the gang might sit at the park
Boom boom gdow hit at a opp
He bullshitting off the drink soon as he blink catch him slipping he sipping the wock
Your favorite rapper he ain't got no heart
Seen the nigga he ain't want no parts
Nigga got low like Mario Kart
You playing games i turn this shit to black opps
She gave me top but I did not eat that box
I got the gas he said he need a crack rock
Can't get my number you could meet me uptop
I never close but I open up shop
I seen a opp and whipped out
Shawty start running a quick route that nigga dipped out
I'm like what all that shit 'bout
He just a big ole' bitch he just got a big mouth

Everybody tight nigga it's about who get the ups first
Hold my head up high 'cause I know it could be much worse
I'm 3G I never lied on one verse
I'm in the field my cleats stuck in the turf
Every time a nigga come home a nigga get locked man that shit is a curse
I probably die with it on me arp probably fit in a hearse
G23 it could fit in her purse
I ain't get to know her I was hitting her first
I was on the back end getting the top
Opps on frontline we spinning the block
Lil G on hits he be hitting the glock
Brand new chop probably give it to Wop