Lost and Found - Tee Grizzley, YNW Melly

Stack, pray, stay out the way, you gon' make it out

Whole brick in the trap, we gon' break it down

Audemar, fuck the plain, we gon' spray it down

Run up on you, ain’t no talkin', we gon' lay you down

Pussy boy, please don’t make a nigga lay you down

Big kahunas on the Glock, monkey nuts, fifty rounds

Fuck boy better shh, better not make a sound

Leave your ass on the ground, leave your ass lost and found

Oh oh, okay, okay, he want a flick, huh huh

Okay, I heard that nigga got that bag, uh uh

Huh, huh, we need it all, go get the TEC, uh uh

My niggas shootin' shit in public, we don’t text, okay

Sat in prison all them years and I came out hurt

On the block of no return, shoot at unknown curbs

I got two sides to me, half grizzly, half shark

Jump in that water or them woods and get ripped apart

This assault rifle so big, this bitch can come apart

I remember stealin' bikes, now I got auto-start

Melly, slatt slatt slatt, that’s that gang talk

And fuck a chain, I’ll snatch a nigga brain off

Ass on, I want to ride on her

She a lot, uh uh, he surprised I’m hung, yeah

Beat that pussy bitch, with the .223

I been totin' sticks before puberty, huh

All these freaky bitches see the truth in me, huh

She’s like Melly, baby, you abusing me, hmm

And we made it out of poverty, uh

Thirty thousand on the Cuban link, uh

This shit here what I’m distributing

Good dope in Detroit, yeah, distributing

Uh, ooh-E

He on that and I’m on E, nah

Ooh she say she popped a bean, uh

Nut on her face like, «Maybe it’s Maybelline»

Fuck a nigga’s bitch good, she ain’t gon' go back to him

Gave an opp the whole thirty, felt like I owed that to him

And Doc ain’t shootin' just to shoot, that boy know what he doin'

And fuck niggas, that ain’t my business, I don’t know what they doin'

And Block ain’t pimpin' just to pimp, he got the hoes lit

Have my Bloods put some blood on your whole fit

That Instagram bitch you like, she sucked the whole dick

And I don’t trust her, I’m fuckin', clutchin' my four-fifth

They been screamin' up the block, cops ain’t even carin'

If them bitches get behind me they gon' get embarrassed

Melly, where the Florida hoes, nigga?

Sharing is caring

If we do a drill together, they gon' think we terrorists