Lyrics Grip - Packy

Yeah, Yeah, nighttime

Nighttime ridin', I can feel the breeze
My right hand man wippin' shorties in the back seat
Tell me, what else do I need?
Feel like I'm in the first everything I see
Lately, I been on a roll on the low
Been a broken record with like 4 cho's in a row
Always end up saying shit like: "Go with the flow"
It's why I'm turning me into a man, I don't even know with these.
Hoe's will be hoe's, seen it first hand
Now I only run and give and go. I'm the worst, man
I be over shit quick, I just hit the red button and I get lit
Don't keep in touch, keep the distance
I just hit the red button and I get lit
On my level check the dipstick, I be on my level on my level when I get lit

Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, lookin' what I go through, it's a trip
Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, Grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it's a trip man

Talking to my dogs about the future
I been feeling confident as hell, we won't have it how we
We won't have it how we use' to
I been leading by example, I been really transcending
In between, a new beginning and a happy ending
I don't want this shit to change any of us
"Last of the real ones"
There ain't many of us
I remember thinking different every time they said they love us (love us)
Now they really love us, the women undercover every time they under covers
All these girls snitchin' on each other, they the coldest
They trynna turn my new girl into my old bitch (Old bitch)
That shit is un-becoming
I tend to find it if they always down, then they up to somethin'
They double O's, like it's nothin', nothin'
I kick em' out the double doors, then I hit the button

Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, lookin' what I go through, it's a trip
Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, Grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it's a trip man

Maybe I'm just too selective
Maybe I'm afraid of gettin' rejected
Maybe I'm just lookin' for perfection
Maybe I just don't put in the effort

People are petty these days, men ain't ready these days
Women hoeing, but they want a man that's steady these days
Maybe I'm too set in my ways, I don't know
Maybe you don't love me, it's just something you say
That's why I grip the road

Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip
Yeah, get a grip, lookin' what I go through, it's a trip
Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
Ohh, Grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it's a trip man