Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby – Grizzley Camp Lyrics

Grizzley Camp Lyrics by Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
(Oh yeah, I’m finna make a banger with this one)
Chopsquad DJ on this bitch (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Verse: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
I done sat back long enough (I did), let me open up (Let’s get it)
Let me see who with us, okay, bet, ayy, bro, it’s only us (Fuck ’em)
Wife material and cold as fuck, but we gon’ only fuck (No chance)
Got another bitch right after her, so I’ma hold my nut (Oh yeah)
Empty out the chop’ in seconds, took a hour to load it up (Hundred)
Anywhere that me and Skilla pop out, that bitch goin’ up (Turnt)
Ain’t no wait to see what Thug say, that nigga bold as fuck (Rat)
Since he bein’ loud like them ‘Za’s, we gon’ roll him up
If that shit existed, they’ll give rеal nigga awards to me (Facts)
Can’t divide and conquer with my niggas, boy, thеy sworn to me (Facts)
Brought my name up just to fuck the bitch, boy, you was born goofy (Facts)
I sit back and watch that money counter, shit like porn to me (Facts)
We get money right now, we don’t gotta post no throwbacks (Uh-uh)
Location, tell ’em post that, watch how quick we come get on that (We comin’)
Them killers knock on doors and leave shell casings on the door mat (Woo)
You ain’t ready for the smoke, so just actin’ like you want that (Chill out)
You fuckin’ with the bag, we can get you what you need (We can)
In a Demon ridin’ with the Jordan at high speeds (He cold)
You pissed that nigga off that be like, “Ha,” you gon’ bleed (That’s Skilla)
Main reason get fucked up, it be they greed, dummy (Ha, ha)
Lately all I know is drill, niggas I don’t know for real
Caught a flight to Cali ’cause the city make me wanna kill (Bah)
I was rich before the deal, all the bitches know for real
Presi, bust Patek, bitch, I’m havin’ houses on the hill (You know I’m for real)
Hit him in the helmet, you ain’t blitzin’, why you on the field?
Two weeks into 2023, I’m up another mil’ (I’m up another mil’)
Thirty thousand worth of bills a month, I cannot fuckin’ chill (Ha)
Lately I been livin’ in the banks, I feel like Uncle Phil (For real)
By the time I was twelve, I was jumpin’ the curb
Ain’t know how to cook the crack at first, I almost lost a bird (Ha)
Brodie on the chase, he knew he made when he lost the bird
I got a bunch of broke niggas mad at me ’cause it’s my turn (Ha)
Niggas’ bitches always wanna fuck me, ah, don’t know why (Ah)
Niggas disrespect that nigga that go, “Ah,” you gon’ die (Ah)
I’ll shoot my fire, nigga, you can see it my eye (Fah)
I love usin’ Glocks, they ain’t got no safety [?] (Ha)
Nigga, you can hit this with a three, this shit top side (This shit top side)
I’ll spin a nigga like a DJ, I’m Chopsquad (I’m Chopsquad)
The Draco a micro, my AR like my size (This bitch my size)
My [?] said they gon’ kill me, nigga, stop lyin’ (Ha)
Patek on my arm, chops in the barn
That’s for any nigga say he wanna do me harm
A hundred thousand worth of links, that’s without the charm
In the city steppin’ on these niggas like they Stanley Yard, ha
[Outro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
I got a bunch of broke niggas mad at me ’cause it’s my turn, ha
Anywhere that me and Skilla pop out, that bitch goin’ up
Ain’t no wait to see what Thug say, that nigga bold as fuck