GRIP Ft TU! – ’94 Flow Lyrics

GRIP Ft TU! – ’94 Flow Lyrics

’94 Flow Lyrics By GRIP Ft TU!

[Intro: TU!]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I, I-I, I-I, I-I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I

[Pre-Chorus: TU!]
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God (Yo)
Oh my God, oh my God (Move)
Oh my God, oh my God (Yeah)
[Chorus: GRIP]
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up

[Verse 1: GMIP]
Microphone check, one-two, mic checka
Niggas in trouble when GRIP apply pressure
.38 snubby that sits on my dresser
If plot thickens, them shots lickin’, I bеtcha
Silly motherfuckers, you ain’t heard about GRIP
That dimplе-faced nigga with a thirty round clip
Made my name in this game, was a word of mouth shit
Now when they ask who got flame, niggas blurt it out quick
GRIP caught in your feels, I draw the Heckler
GRIP, automobiles with all the extras
We don’t do SRTs, nigga, please
Rock VVS in AMGs and M3s
AKs and M16s with beams
Get rich quick schemes, dick in thick queens
Destroyin’ the simps that shift and switch teams
Loyalty, do you know what that shit means?

[Pre-Chorus: TU!]
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God (Yo)
Oh my God, oh my God (Move)
Oh my God, oh my God (Yeah)

[Chorus: GRIP]
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up

[Verse 2: GRIP]
I came back with the neck meaner
Baguettes on my left finger, TEC nina
Don’t sweat the technique, I wreck beats, sex select freaks
Leave her stretched in wet sheets, text her next week
Recollect all of them debt collect calls
Was stressed, dawg, but now we up (Yes, y’all)
So let’s ball, eight day vacays abroad
They actin’ like they never seen niggas in Prague
Squad chief logs and got the limousines fogged
Supreme drawers, hot and lemon pepper wing sauce
Prefer flats, we throw the drums on the straps
It go rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat, dirt nap
Cadillac, black on black, serve raps
With the same nigga from when I had caught my first sack
These niggas wanna blam us, they can’t stand us
If you got your bands up, put your hands up
[Pre-Chorus: TU!]
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God (Yo)
Oh my God, oh my God (Move)
Oh my God, oh my God (Yeah)

[Chorus: GRIP]
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up

[Outro: GRIP]
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Whew, goddamn–