Joe Grind - Greaziest Freestyle lyrics

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Joe Grind - Greaziest Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Grind] 2am parked up like a stakeout b**h in the whip and we ain't tryna make out (UUMMM) When I say we got food on us I ain't talking 'bout motherf**ing take out (Damn Fam) Bags all weighed out Line starts ringing I'm about to get paid now 8th of the grade few bags of punk too b**h carries all the skunk Call her Miss Pepé Le Pew (Jheeze) Just pa**ed D's setting up a road check Text Hollow: "Don't go there, that's a code red" Ain't gone through, battery must be dead Phoned Foss to tell him "Joe said, don't go Old Kent" (UUMMM) In a few stops, most of the cro went Hit the traphouse, a little bit of cro left No supplies up, so I couldn't fire up Get rid of all the sh** I got, then I go bed [Verse 2: Giggs] Mr. Ice Cream Man cause I grind with a big boat Broke it down now I'm tryna find me a pink note Ever since Hollow Meets Blade n***as running round looking for a gun that'll sink boats (UUMMM) Riding 'round town with my big Colt In the right side pocket of my big coat And n***as saying "Hollow ain't greazy" Take no notice it's gotta be a sick joke Smoking a fat, zoobie while I'm stroking the strap p**yholes are gonna notice I'm back Don't think I'm promoting the trap, I just zone out Then I give you that emotional rap My finger's itchy cause I'm an emotional man So n***as better not be provoking my hand Carlton and Knuckz n***as know they're my fam And the black bandana that's promoting my gang (Narm) Gangster like Mavado Pecknarm banger n***as saying I'm the boss like Anthony Soprano And don't think I'm coming here to rave When you see me round the back, big strap inside Chicago's n***as in gangs, the realest motherf**ers that bang Gully n***as wanna holla at man And n***as think they're ready for the beef Cause they gunned down on one little innocent man f** them pricks I'll be chilling in 'Dam With my big boy spliff I'm a villanous man I'm sick of this damn, delivering grams Tyna get the skrilla then scram Rockz let the nine get em, 4-Fizzy's my weapon Since I started rapping most n***as don't mind Peckham (UUMMM) Me and Rockz coming home from a mad one Listening to Big Ryde's late night grind session