Текст песни Grip - Kahrion

Tight pistol grip, glock 26 wit the 30 clip
I remember I was sellin nicks, then to flippin zips
I remember since I was a kid section 8& wic
Tryna hide my pain growin up & not havin shit
I just knew I had to make a way, either that or this
Cant no other nigga fit my frame if he six-6
I will put this steel to yo brain if u think u slick
I got rage runnin thru my veins nigga fuck a chip
Cereal no sugar it was Ants in my fuckin kix
I was 6 when I seen death pull up wit the stick
Gotcho bitch on the subject quick
Want the ruler dick
Ima drip, all this fuckin sauce til it have u sick
Weed smoke lookin like exhaust
All my bitches thick
I got hate, for a pussy boy that dont love his kid
16 in a coupe deville fresh n painted shit
Troop real, we gone shoot to kill
Air it like a vent
C-Class wit the stock tints on the baby mama Benz
Summer time coolin wit my 5s right on Madison
Want my life look me in my eyes try n take it then
Wipe my ass wit a Gucci rag then buy that bitch again

Niggas see u out here grinding for yo shit
Hoping 1 day they gone see u fall or catch u slip
Everyday im out here hustlin' makin flips
So I gotta keep my pistol in my grip
Pull up 2 mercedes silver bullet whips
Promise aint no safety run up on me
I jus blick
Everything that I den done can come to this
So I gotta keep my pistol in my grip
Niggas see u out here grinding for yo shit
Hoping 1 day they gone see u fall or catch u slip
Everyday im out here hustlin' makin flips
So I gotta keep my pistol in my grip
Pull up 2 mercedes silver bullet whips
Promise aint no safety run up on me
I jus blick
Everything that I den done can come to this
So I gotta keep my pistol in my grip