
Gimmie That ft. Tee3x Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Got respect in my section, as a youngin cause I been steppin
Run down on that nigga with Smith & Wesson's
He get to beggin
YBK the crew, you play with us and shit gon' end up hectic
Nike ski with black cats on, bitch, I'm a rich stepper
I got a dark skin and snow bunny, I call them Salt and pepper
I been movin' pounds like Rick Ross and I don't need no lever
He ain't earn no stripes up in his hood, he more like a leopard
15 with MAC-10, finna blow her back in
I been gettin' paper like jenga , my money stackin
I got my nigga's side, I'm prayin' they got my backhand
I been makin' music, my lil' brody, he been trappin
Spin a block with four straps and a black mask
We walk em' down, I was born up in the South, but North Carolina, my new whereabouts
We some dreadhead killers like Savage and Nudy, we air it out
Oh it's some money on this head, I got you, just give me a set amount
Hold up, gimme that, gimme that
Know I'm posted up with that Black Beretta, Big Mac
Catch a goofy nigga lackin', I'ma shoot him in traffic
Nigga talkin' reckless, I'ma shoot him, take his necklace
Diamonds on me, bitch, I'm glistening , know, I'm glistening
Shoot the 30 ,I might shoot the big ol' Glock
Bitch a 33, call me Pippen
This lil' ho, she fuckin' on me, doin' all that sippin
I can't do that shit, young nigga, pimping
T and Boodah spazzin' like Shaq and Kobe
I been smokin' gas, a nigga faded like he Craig and Smokey
Roll him up, Ima roll homie, Ima roll his brody
Take his head and I'ma put that ho up on a trophy
Ayy, T, why they playin' like we ain't tough for real
Ayy, this next verse crazy
Ride around the pines with Glocks and nines like we driving Ms. Daisy
Said that he want beef with Boodah, check his meds, he must be crazy
Must be off the gas and poppin' X-pills, he movin' lazy
He tried to fuck, but she off limits, knowing that's my lady
If I ride down my windows tinted , that's the shit that'll really save me
I been workin' on my pivot like the Lakers
While these niggas tryna play me
I'm a 2008 baby, kill a beat like John Wayne Gacy
Your favorite rapper probably trash, I swear to God, he couldn't pay me
To hop on one of his beats and later on he claim he made me
I never needed help, I got my dawgs like I'm Lil Baby
Run up on that nigga, tell him, give me that, give me that
I would hate to be an opp, cause YBK won't never lack
And just know I fucked her good, might need a doctor, cause I broke her back
I will never let a nigga try to play me, I'm too real for that
Bitch, I'm incredible, like Jack Jack
You won't get your brother back
Me and Tee like Zac and Cody
If they were black, and tried to rap
If I drop three albums, I'm three peating, that's back to back to back
YBK young bank killers, we just tryna chase the bag
Ah, gimme that, gimme that
Ah, gimme that, gimme that
Ah, gimme that, gimme that
YBK young bank killers, I swear to God, we'll never lack