Grills Are Gold Project Pat (Ft. 8Ball, OJ da Juiceman & Trae tha Truth)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Our grills are gold, We carry them Glocks
Our grills are gold, We carry them Glocks
Our grills are gold, We carry them Glocks
Our grills are gold, our grills are gold
Our grills are gold, We carry them Glocks
Our grills are gold, We carry them Glocks
Our grills are gold, We carry them Glocks
We carey them Glocks, we carey them Glocks

[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman]
Rich ass nigga, with a mouth full of gold
Broad street dealing [?]
2000 dollars for the 85 Chevy
Four at the top and four at the bottom
Catch me in the hood, drinking Don out the bottle
In my drop [?] all the way, full throttle
Might fuck a model [?]
Glass house [?] neighborhood [?]
[?] Boldercrest, real street [?]
[?] pop my collar
All my dawgs stay strapped with a rocket
[?] likе a socket
Real rich niggas [?]
Lame ass nigga [?] my pockеt
Don't hang with no lame, don't hang with no [?]
That's how the Juiceman, he gon' rock it
[?] round my neck, and my right wrist rocky
Stay with the ice, so you think I play hockey
[?] dawg with a whole lotta money
[?] jocking
Yung Juiceman, [?] topic
Pockets so full [?]
[?] Juiceman [?]
Fucking hoes [?]