Never Bend Never Fold Tee Grizzley & G Herbo
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[Intro: Tee Grizzley & G Herbo]
Yeah (Chopsquad)
Herb, what up, my nigga?
(Uh, uh)
Talk to 'em (Okay), ayy
Rich niggas with me (Rich niggas)
Real niggas with me (Real niggas)
Real killers with me (Real killers)
Send a nigga six feet (Baow)
We be totin' big heat (Grrra)
Get your whip, Swiss cheese (Ayy)
Think I'm out of Tennessee, bitch I'm with the Grizzlies
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley & G Herbo]
Ayy, rappers out of town but we savages at the crib (Back in move)
Tell Lenny pull up foreign, tint the windows on this bitch (Yeah)
You know we plan on shootin' first, if we ain't bulletproof this bitch (Grrra)
Keep a nigga with me that's gon' tell the police that they is (They is)
Think a nigga drunk, I put that .40 to his rib (Baow)
If we don't go on a chase, know I'ma do 'em big (Skrrt)
We went on two hits a day when brodie bought a SIG (Back to back)
I can't even add the cake, feel like I'm doin' trig' (Woo)
And that's no bap (No cap)
Had a hunnid at my momma house, before rap (That's before rap)
Left a nigga with his strap like he had no strap (Dropped it)
Know somebody gotta die, we put it on cap (On God)
And you can't sell a dime bag, bitch this folk's trap (This is bro's shit)
Yeah (Chopsquad)
Herb, what up, my nigga?
(Uh, uh)
Talk to 'em (Okay), ayy
Rich niggas with me (Rich niggas)
Real niggas with me (Real niggas)
Real killers with me (Real killers)
Send a nigga six feet (Baow)
We be totin' big heat (Grrra)
Get your whip, Swiss cheese (Ayy)
Think I'm out of Tennessee, bitch I'm with the Grizzlies
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley & G Herbo]
Ayy, rappers out of town but we savages at the crib (Back in move)
Tell Lenny pull up foreign, tint the windows on this bitch (Yeah)
You know we plan on shootin' first, if we ain't bulletproof this bitch (Grrra)
Keep a nigga with me that's gon' tell the police that they is (They is)
Think a nigga drunk, I put that .40 to his rib (Baow)
If we don't go on a chase, know I'ma do 'em big (Skrrt)
We went on two hits a day when brodie bought a SIG (Back to back)
I can't even add the cake, feel like I'm doin' trig' (Woo)
And that's no bap (No cap)
Had a hunnid at my momma house, before rap (That's before rap)
Left a nigga with his strap like he had no strap (Dropped it)
Know somebody gotta die, we put it on cap (On God)
And you can't sell a dime bag, bitch this folk's trap (This is bro's shit)
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