Grabba Leaf Lyrics

Yeauh, yeauh

Haha

Yea, let's go

Finna go up that score

He just caught for a box, boy say no more

Make his ass hit the floor

Yea, rolling up Hfive inside a grabba leaf (Let's get it)

Nigga talking 'bout some smoke, he don't want no beef (We with it)

Long Live The five

They need to free all my guys (Free all my guys)

Nigga can't even come around this way, you not even my kind (Boy, you not even my-)

Trying to be in everybody business, that's how y'all be dying (That's how y'all be dying)

Nigga ran away super quick, he heard them shots flying (Let's Go)

And that young nigga one hundred and sixteen will spin yo' block, have yo' mama crying (Come on)

Brodie sound like a super charger, the way he whine

Yea, I'll have yo' block go extinct, try to play with one of mine

Twin ain't even stepping right, we need to get him off that line (Get him off that line)

I ain't even driving the car but, I'm peeping all the signs (Peeping all the-)

Leave him slumped inside that whip, goddamn you'll think that nigga tired

Fuck a wgfive

Fuck yo' gang, boy we ain't tied (Fuck 'em)

(Know these bullets some' like oil, if they touch you then you fried)

He wasn't hanging with the gang, that's why his ass got left behind

Yea, I'm smoking one, two, three, four, five, six opps man damn, I'm fried (Damn)

Big .forty some' like Ike, it'll beat you down

Fuck with us I might just send my opp to the morgue in a night gown (Let's go)

Fell in love with toting these poles, but I ain't scared to put my pipe down

Yea, my opp work next door might strip him, take him down (Might take 'em-)

Yea, rolling up Hfive inside a grabba leaf (Let's get it)

Nigga talking 'bout some smoke, he don't want no beef (We with it)

Long Live The five

They need to free all my guys (Long Live The-)

Nigga can't even come around this way, you not even my kind (Not even my kind)

Trying to be in everybody business, that's how y'all be dying (That's how y'all be dying)

Nigga ran away super quick, he heard them shots flying (Come on)

And that young nigga one hundred and sixteen will spin yo' block, have yo' mama crying

Brodie sound like a super charger, the way he whine