Grittin by Real Gritter Mark Lyrics
[Intro: Real Gritter Mark]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah, Real Gritter Official, nigga
I'm the first young nigga fifteen to bring twenty back from the road, you old broke-ass niggas
Boyz ENT, nigga
[Verse 1: Real Gritter Mark]
A nigga tried to pull my ho card a few times
But I been out here thuggin', robbin' niggas with a deuce-five
And I just came up off this lick and bought a new 9
A nigga shot at me, I shot back, hit him a few times
Everybody tough when they with they clique at school
But when you catch them niggas solo, niggas sweeter than some juice
Everybody ask me, Lil Mark was BGB
It mean Born Ghetto Babies, now bitch, come and cop some tree
And I dare a nigga try me, on my mama, I ain't sweet
Y'all gon' find his head blown off like they did Martin Luther King
They say rap different, nigga, this is all I know
Mark, how you make your money? 'Cause my prices is so low
And don't try to tax me, 'cause nigga, I ain't slow
If you ain't never did shit for me, then don't call me lil' bro
But I'ma keep chillin', I'm just waitin' 'til I blow
But in the meantime, tell your mom come cop some more
She spendin' money on crack, so now y'all sleepin' on the floor
[Interlude: Real Gritter Mark]
Damn
I forgot about your airbed, bro, my fault
Look
[Verse 2: Real Gritter Mark]
I lined a nigga up like some motherfuckin' Andies
Your bitch go cuckoo for my nuts, I'ma call that lil' ho Sandy
And I just bought a walker for your dusty-ass granny
That bitch made me mad, so I pushed her off the landing
I gotta keep on scraping, get it out the pot
Everybody bulletproof until they get they ass popped
And I love your grandpa, man, that is my favorite wop
I gave his ass a tester, he couldn't move to wipe his snot
Like my brother Chris said, I'm just tryna gas this bitch
He a lame, ain't got a role, ooh, we finna lash this bitch
This nigga move iffy, then we might just kidnap this bitch
His mom lookin' for him, find her ass and then slap that bitch
When we kill this nigga, hide his body in a mattress
I like my bitches classy with a little bit of ratchetness
This nigga flexin' with his uncle chain, I'ma snatch that bitch
This nigga lame as hell, in the club doin' the Cabbage Patch and shit
[Interlude: Real Gritter Mark & Rio Da Yung OG]
Like bro, what the fuck is you doin'?
You forty years old tryna give me advice, nigga
I hit the road and brought twenty back, you broke-ass nigga (Shit)
Rio, let me hear somethin'
Alright, Ghetto Boys shit, nigga
Alright, come on, oh
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Oh, we was talkin' 'bout pape'? I got an eighty on me
I got seven pounds of money, it's a baby on me
How the fuck them niggas didn't die? We dropped eighty on 'em
Thirty-two hundred spent at Saks, you shop at Macys, don't you?
I need another cheap pint, call your auntie for me
Oh, you flashin' twenty-some thousand? That's my baby money
Hair nappy, bitch, I'm tryna get Jay-Z money
Wock' three a line, we just dropped a six, that's eighteen hundred
A nigga'll put a chain 'round my neck 'fore he take one from me
Fuck you hard, I don't make love, I just be makin' money
Invested damn near sixty racks, I just paid for money
I don't owe you shit, I'll give you my word, it's the same as money
Helmut Lang on my body, that's like eight hundred
All my opps like some shy strippers, they ain't shakin' nothin'
I got a gun under my arm, you ain't takin' nothin'
I ain't never wore no rollerblades, diamonds skatin' for me
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG & Real Gritter Mark]
Yeah, nigga, my diamonds skatin', nigga
I went to Golden Sun, nigga, this shit hit different
Ghetto Boys shit
What up, Real Gritter Mark?
B-Ride
What up, Tay?
From Akron to Flint, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
Ayy, let me hear that, Grape
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah, Real Gritter Official, nigga
I'm the first young nigga fifteen to bring twenty back from the road, you old broke-ass niggas
Boyz ENT, nigga
[Verse 1: Real Gritter Mark]
A nigga tried to pull my ho card a few times
But I been out here thuggin', robbin' niggas with a deuce-five
And I just came up off this lick and bought a new 9
A nigga shot at me, I shot back, hit him a few times
Everybody tough when they with they clique at school
But when you catch them niggas solo, niggas sweeter than some juice
Everybody ask me, Lil Mark was BGB
It mean Born Ghetto Babies, now bitch, come and cop some tree
And I dare a nigga try me, on my mama, I ain't sweet
Y'all gon' find his head blown off like they did Martin Luther King
They say rap different, nigga, this is all I know
Mark, how you make your money? 'Cause my prices is so low
And don't try to tax me, 'cause nigga, I ain't slow
If you ain't never did shit for me, then don't call me lil' bro
But I'ma keep chillin', I'm just waitin' 'til I blow
But in the meantime, tell your mom come cop some more
She spendin' money on crack, so now y'all sleepin' on the floor
[Interlude: Real Gritter Mark]
Damn
I forgot about your airbed, bro, my fault
Look
[Verse 2: Real Gritter Mark]
I lined a nigga up like some motherfuckin' Andies
Your bitch go cuckoo for my nuts, I'ma call that lil' ho Sandy
And I just bought a walker for your dusty-ass granny
That bitch made me mad, so I pushed her off the landing
I gotta keep on scraping, get it out the pot
Everybody bulletproof until they get they ass popped
And I love your grandpa, man, that is my favorite wop
I gave his ass a tester, he couldn't move to wipe his snot
Like my brother Chris said, I'm just tryna gas this bitch
He a lame, ain't got a role, ooh, we finna lash this bitch
This nigga move iffy, then we might just kidnap this bitch
His mom lookin' for him, find her ass and then slap that bitch
When we kill this nigga, hide his body in a mattress
I like my bitches classy with a little bit of ratchetness
This nigga flexin' with his uncle chain, I'ma snatch that bitch
This nigga lame as hell, in the club doin' the Cabbage Patch and shit
[Interlude: Real Gritter Mark & Rio Da Yung OG]
Like bro, what the fuck is you doin'?
You forty years old tryna give me advice, nigga
I hit the road and brought twenty back, you broke-ass nigga (Shit)
Rio, let me hear somethin'
Alright, Ghetto Boys shit, nigga
Alright, come on, oh
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Oh, we was talkin' 'bout pape'? I got an eighty on me
I got seven pounds of money, it's a baby on me
How the fuck them niggas didn't die? We dropped eighty on 'em
Thirty-two hundred spent at Saks, you shop at Macys, don't you?
I need another cheap pint, call your auntie for me
Oh, you flashin' twenty-some thousand? That's my baby money
Hair nappy, bitch, I'm tryna get Jay-Z money
Wock' three a line, we just dropped a six, that's eighteen hundred
A nigga'll put a chain 'round my neck 'fore he take one from me
Fuck you hard, I don't make love, I just be makin' money
Invested damn near sixty racks, I just paid for money
I don't owe you shit, I'll give you my word, it's the same as money
Helmut Lang on my body, that's like eight hundred
All my opps like some shy strippers, they ain't shakin' nothin'
I got a gun under my arm, you ain't takin' nothin'
I ain't never wore no rollerblades, diamonds skatin' for me
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG & Real Gritter Mark]
Yeah, nigga, my diamonds skatin', nigga
I went to Golden Sun, nigga, this shit hit different
Ghetto Boys shit
What up, Real Gritter Mark?
B-Ride
What up, Tay?
From Akron to Flint, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
Ayy, let me hear that, Grape