Fetch GRIP

[Intro]
Young nigga, move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga, move that dope
Young nigga, move that–, uh, yeah
Young nigga–, uh
Uh-huh, yeah, uh, look

[Verse 1]
I had a stick in the Honda, back when I used to kick it with Shonda
Tiffany, Rhonda, Brittney, Yolanda, Trish, and Latonya
I used to stare at the pistol and ponder, a mission for commas
Now I can double and triple the dollars, soliciting trauma
I got the blick and the bomber just to visit my mama
I'm addicted to bitches and drama, liquor and ganja
Cut off a freak, I don't lose sleep, damn, this nigga a monster
Big boy Jeep when I beep-beep, like I just seen GRIP in a Tonka

[Chorus]
Yeah, fetch it (Fetch it)
Go get the dough and then stretch it (Stretch it)
Pole with me, don't even test it (Test it)
Brokе nigga, go to the exit (Exit)
Yeah, fеtch it (Fetch it)
Go get the dough and then stretch it (Stretch it)
Pole with me, don't even test it (Test it)
Broke nigga, go to the exit (Exit)