Momma Told Me! - Grip

Niggas be saying I fell off

Well let’s get it back popping

Talking shit but when they see me it’s Grip

Ay, when your track dropping?

Fat pockets had to run up a sack

Just to go sacks shopping

Matchboxes Ant went with the white

I did the black option

Stalking my Insta and counting my views

These niggas stat watching

Cause smacked a nigga with a tool

Now he got a cracked noggin

Stack profits while the rest of these fools

Argue over rap topics

Nigga say he finna slide on me

You know where I’m at stop it

Homie looking at me sideways, well he musta slept bad

Lil buddy bet not lay a finger on me, just like a stepdad

Headed back from Cali with a oski, that’s in my checked bag

Nigga really I was high as hell, they thought it was jet lag

I don’t really want ya girl dawg, I already had the drawls

Oh, she put you on Grip, go run the streams up on my catalogue

Looking at my kid pictures like he don’t look bad at all

I was sneaking in the medicine cabinet, stealing Adderalls

My momma told me don’t mess with these messy lil' hoes

Get a check make it stretch and get more

Grip a Tec to protect you from foes

Get some rest, that’s a definite no

Don’t you quit watching me flex and go set you some goals

The homies be stepping on toes

Don’t roam this section with ya necklace exposed

Have you peeling off checking for holes

My momma told me don’t mess with these messy lil' hoes

Get a check make it stretch and get more

Grip a Tec to protect you from foes

Get some rest, that’s a definite no

Don’t you quit watching me flex and go set you some goals

The homies be stepping on toes

Don’t roam this section with ya necklace exposed

Have you peeling off checking for holes

Momma told me get the guap, be low key

Cop and smoke tree on the block with Ol' E

Gots to know we opt to pop it

Tote a Glock for ops and watch for police

The pockets obese a drop with no keys

Profit for Gs then shop for gold teeth

Never had a pops you cannot control me

Niggas take shots and get cropped Adobe

Mac or PC, packed a piece

I had the sack at BP adapt or sink

And now the raps on TV, that’s a GG

Damn a Grammy and a platinum CD

In what way could a plaque complete me?

Lap whack cats like the track at PE

And still got time for a nap I’m sleepy

This pack got dispatched from ET

This is a mismatch stick with the kickback

All I gotta do is pop the clip in and clit clat

Dismiss the chit chat dismember clicks that

Assembled a diss track, I’d rather get racks sip 'yac

I got problems word to 6lack

Big facts, break a bitch back this a Kit Kat

And curve her, she still won’t think of it as a mishap

I’m a misfit, and she miss that

Where your list at, I’m finna nitpick

You ain’t heard grip rap, that nigga sick sick

I flipped zips when you were doing kick flips

Cut the top off, a lil snip snip

Now the titties out, a lil nip slip

Fools better step this shit up wear a Fitbit

A time bomb I’m finna boom after the tic tic

East side zone 6 shit

My momma told me don’t mess with these messy lil' hoes

Get a check make it stretch and get more

Grip a Tec to protect you from foes

Get some rest, that’s a definite no

Don’t you quit watching me flex and go set you some goals

The homies be stepping on toes

Don’t roam this section with ya necklace exposed

Have you peeling off checking for holes

My momma told me don’t mess with these messy lil' hoes

Get a check make it stretch and get more

Grip a Tec to protect you from foes

Get some rest, that’s a definite no

Don’t you quit watching me flex and go set you some goals

The homies be stepping on toes

Don’t roam this section with ya necklace exposed

Have you peeling off checking for holes

My momma told me to flex on these hoes

My momma told me to stunt on these niggas

My momma told me to flex on these hoes

And stunt on these niggas, ha-ha