Lyrics Grabba - MK47

She going to dance like Lady Gaga
I'ma slide to her crib like the cha cha
Bro hit his head, make it bust like piñata
And we still mixing Zay with the grabba
Fuck all the bullshit, don't like all the drama
Pussy busting, shit fat like Jabba
My bro only seeing red like Tata
And my bro going to flock like Waka

Told all the opps, suck my dick
If you pull up, you get put in a spliff
Hop out the V, two deep, bro flock and he feinding and itching to run up and click
I told the opp don't run don't trip
And if he fall, we going to jump out the whip
Told bro up the blick
We spin on the block l, have 'em running like Rick
Like glah
We catch a opp, we put him in the sky
You know we all up just like Remy Ma
You dissing the gang, you know you going to die
Why would I lie?
Catch Josh, make his momma cry
Catch Brett, his momma say bye
Cause I'm on the come up just like I was Kai
Shout out my team, you know just how we rock
The money blind to 'em just like Brock
My bro he spinning the block, with the chop, hit a opp, he gon' flock and he aim for his top
They know I be scoring like a Charger
Pass the glock to my bro like Parker
They know I put a show on like Arthur
And nobody touching me because I'm moving smarter
Fuck my bitch, make her sing like Replay
Taz a bitch, I don't care about what he say
I'm the face of this shit like my last name was EK
Bro sold his soul like he was on Ebay
You a bitch, what the fuck did you do?
That's on bro, he gon' flock at his crew
He tried to run, but he already threw
Hop out, two chops, he be throwing like Drew
That's on bro, he gon' empty the clip
Chase you down, we going to bend through the strip
Talking that shit, you get hit in your lip
If you driving the whip, we gon' make that shit flip
I'm really trying to put on for my city
Like Meek Mill, you know I get litty
Fucking my bitch and she popping a titty
Pop out in the spot and you know I get jiggy
My music they bump through the speaker
They know I'm a G like Libra
You know I'm about to blow up like a Creeper
They know my bro stay with a stick like the Reaper

She going to dance like Lady Gaga
I'ma slide to her crib like the cha cha
Bro hit his head, make it bust like piñata
And we still mixing Zay with the grabba
Fuck all the bullshit, don't like all the drama
Pussy busting, shit fat like Jabba
My bro only seeing red like Tata
And my bro going to flock like Waka