Tee Grizzley - Scriptures
Written by：Tee Grizzley
Ayy thick white b**ch Iggy
Bust on her back Ricky
Only tote Glocks I'm picky
We'll make n**gas get out of the city
Ay hurt my thumb loadin' the K
Turned to a opp they lead him astray
You know when I'm talking them killers obey
Like"Go put that young n**ga head on display"
Free my n**gas it ain't gon' be long
They ain't forget who ain't pick up the phone
Keep tryna diss me he tryna get known
The corner gon' know you when we take your soul
I run with murderers killers
B**ch get wet rivers
Then get cut off scissors
I speak the truth scriptures
Big chopstick got wood splinters
Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture Go get him
These n**gas broke we fixed
You can shoot at my h** but you know you gon' miss Try it
Look at these VVS how these b**ches hit
My wrist dripping like I done slitted this b**ch
Jet on the way to Dominico
Lil' b**ch threw me off too much Silicon Word
I bought the whip with the ceiling gone Ceiling gone
Countin' dead faces in the living room In the living room
Ten bedrooms but I live alone Live alone
Chops in this b**ch I ain't here alone
If I'm beefing with him his family should cherish they time
'Cause he won't be here long
Y'all been beefing for a year long Y'all n**gas playing
Ain't nobody died yet? Nobody died yet?
I don't know what would happen if a n**ga snatch my chain
'Cause ain't nobody tried that
I run with murderers killers
B**ch get wet rivers
Then get cut off scissors
I speak the truth scriptures
Big chopstick got wood splinters
Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture Go get him
