Testo '94 Flow - Grip, AHYES

'94 Flow

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I, I-I, I-I, I-I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yo!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Move!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yeah!)
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Microphone check 1 2 mic checka
Niggas in trouble when grip apply pressure
.38 snubby that sits on my dresser
If plot thickens them shots lickin, I betcha
Silly mufuckas you ain’t heard bout Grip
That dimple faced nigga with a 30 round clip
Made my name in this game on some word of mouth shit
Now when they ask who got flames niggas blurt it out quick Grip!
Caught in yo feels I draw the heckler Grip!
Automobiles with all the extras We don’t do SRTs
Nigga please Rock VVS in AMGs and M3s AKs n m16s
With beams
Get rich quick schemes Dick in thick queens Destroying the
Simps that shift and switch teams Loyalty
Do you know what that shit?
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yo!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Move!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yeah!)
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
I came back with the neck meaner
Baguettes on my left finger
Tech nina
Don’t sweat the technique I wreck beats
Sex select freaks leave her stretched in wet sheets
Text her next week (wyd)
Recollect all of them debt collect calls
Was stressed dawg
But now we up, YES YA’LL! So let’s ball
8 day vacays abroad
They actin like they never seen niggas in Prague
Squad chief logs and got the limousine fogged
Supreme drawls, hot n lemon pepper wing sauce
… Prefer flats, we throw the drums on the straps
It go ratta tat tat tat tat, dirt nap
Cadillac black on black, serve raps
With da same niggas from When I had cop my 1st sack
These niggas wanna blam us they can’t stand us
If you got yo bands up put yo hands up
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yo!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Move!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yeah!)
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn, you gettin' bands, put your hands up
Ooh, goddamn-