Lyrics GRABBA - Ron Suno
This
grip,
it
gon'
This
grip,
it
gon'
punch
like
grabba
Ron
Suno,
niggas
know
the
fuckin'
vibes
Niggas
ain't
never
on
nada
Gang
(Okay,
Kino,
I
see
you)
Bucks
like
proper
This
grip,
it
gon'
Look
like
proper
Niggas
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,
niggas
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
forty-five
up
in
the
bag
Please
do
not
post
the
Live
of
where
you
at
Niggas
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,
niggas
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
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