Текст песни 8 And 24 - Grayyvv

I hit Brodie he gon aim it through his fashion blast him only for you niggas that be acting
Never leave my brother Rick a pop you like a aspirin
Disrespect aint tolerated he aint no giving out no pass
Pull off fast as fuck damn near gave myself whip lash
In the bucket push a hundred in a forty better get back
Member me and Kayda started swerving he like kill that
Grayyvv boy you wild I'm tryna get to where i live at
I aint finna front about no shit if i aint live that
He all talk till I fire on his bitch ass
All bark no bite wit his bitch ass
Hit him where it hurt I'm sending bro to where yo bitch at
Yo brother be lying bout a bag he don't get that
Niggas fake tough really fags thats a big fact
Yo boyfriend a kitty and we dogs thats a mismatch
He be toting guns just for play and got his shit snatched
Bro a greasy nigga boy i know you want yo lick back
Could retaliate if I was you I wouldn't risk that

Fuck dude you cant be my brother if you bitch
I trust few butt I'm always prepared for the switch
Fuck these hoes too she choosing you in love with the bitch
She for the streets if he next she on dick
And this hot shit dumbass forgot to blow before you bit
And its nonsense if we aint talking dough then hush yo lips
I got options Whatever beat I'm on getting ripped
Its a problem hit co cuz he a slap you and yo bitch

Hi my name is Grayyvv and I talk a bunch of shit
Hit the stu Im rock and rollin I aint talking bout no kiss
Rizzy said he locked n loaded yes he talkin bout tha stick
Bro got glizzy while we bowlin if you tweak he strikin shit
A nigga say he ever check me its a motherfucking myth
Moms aint have not one daughter you cant treat me like no bitch
Ball like eight and twenty-four i feel like Kobe in this bitch
In real life or on 2k Im yelling Kobe make or miss
I aint polo g bruh I dont never cap at all
I aint up but I aint tripping gotta crawl before u ball
When I'm on i'll show my ass you see the tommy's on my drawls
Feeling boujee through the hole when I'm beating down her walls
How you a killer but aint hurt no one at all
How you clutching with his weapon knock it off
You the athlete that don't play no games at all
In other words you a motherfucking fraud
On my goat type shit like I never pass tha ball
And Im chilling on this bitch boy this rap a light jog
My brother troublesome boy be careful how you talk
He drop the number after three but keep five like basketball