Certified Street Platinum AllStar Lee (Ft. Tee Grizzley)

[Verse 1: AllStar Lee]
Me and Tee in the Urus with the red trim
Bitch, we used to traffic outa red M
He want smoke, bro and em break his head in
If the rap don't pop, bitch, we going fed then

[Verse 2: Tee Grizley]
Niggas talking crazy, that shit crazy, 'cause we fed them
Drama we gon' escolate it, we gone escalate it, we don't
Dead shit. Brudda bangin bloody, he might pull up in a
Red Benz 80,000 on me, I can try, but I can't spread this

[Verse 3: AllStar Lee]
Stomp a nigga in Dior, that's a thousand dollar [?]
Quarter million dollar [?] that's my brother shit
The Glock two faced, fuck around and hit a switch
Took the dawgy out the stove with an oven mit

[Verse 4: Tee Grizley]
Hold up, free my brother, bitch
Brodie locked up, niggas still can't fuck my brother bitch
You'll never hear about how my lil brother snitched
Like how I heard your rother snitched
You and your brother bitch
Facts, eh
When I seen her twerk, I saw the freak in her
Had to climb [?] latter, get [?] got so deep in her
Layed up in the crib [?] bag moving, I ain't even see [?]