Scriptures - Tee Grizzley

Ayy, thick white bitch, Iggy

Bust on her back, Ricky

Only tote Glocks, I’m picky

We’ll make niggas 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 nigga head on display»

Free my niggas, 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

Bitch 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 niggas broke, we fixed

You can shoot at my hoe but you know you gon' miss (Try it)

Look at these VVS, how these bitches hit

My wrist dripping like I done slitted this bitch

Jet on the way to Dominico

Lil' bitch 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 bitch, 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 niggas playing)

Ain’t nobody died yet?

(Nobody died yet?)

I don’t know what would happen if a nigga snatch my chain

'Cause ain’t nobody tried that

I run with murderers, killers

Bitch 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)