The Grinch Lyrics

Y'all niggas got me fucked up with this Soft ass shit man, stop playing with me bruh

Niggas know I'm the Grinch for real, dis my shit on bro

Come here, huh yeah I'm breaking your crib, I'm kicking your door, I'm not through da chimney

And people be saying not to diss my oops, but them niggas dead, so how they gon' hear me

He wanna run, so I'm hawking em down, next thing you know all you heard was, Boom

Fuck the whole system, the judge and the jury, niggas be rattin , don't fuck with the law

Niggas be always money on the vest, just like ah nigga cant aim at his top

And how you say you tryna get em back, but you ain't never slid up on his block

Niggas havin sticks just like the army, we having pictures and we having choppers

I do not give ah fuck about the feds, I come to the party, I'm making it hotter

On December 25th, I'll kill him, call me the Grinch, I'ma ruin his Christmas

Nah, I ain't never need a super team, fuck all you niggas, I know I'm the villain

I know dat dis nigga stay in apartment, I don't know the door, I'ma blow up the building

I don't wanna shoot em that I'm doing too much, I'ma beat the fuck out em I feel ah lil different

I tol' my potna, go in and get the tech, I'ma teach the lil' bitch not to wolf on da net

If you gotta problem with the way I live, shut the fuck up lil' bitch, or else, you gon' be next

Niggas know im locked in with my kind, having your back even once in a slam

His mama ain't even know what to say when she find out he was dead, all she said was damn

Damn, hold on, hold on, damn, damn, damn

Somebody need to cool me down, I'm going ham, ham, ham

Don't gotta worry, my pocket's full, I'm getting bands, bands, bands

And I ain't never following rules, cause nigga, I'm the trouble child

Oh yeah, I know I'm an undertaker, trying to dig him out the ground

Trying to shoot that boy again, cause nigga, ain't no face allowed

And I will catch you anywhere, and I don't care about no crowd

And I'ma make that boy a strand, I bet they say you smoking loud

I'ma hit him in his face and put him in a body bag

And if this nigga diss again, then I'm gon' put fye on his ahh

And if I ever see dem light, you know I'm finna do da dash

I cannot let you smoke for free, it costs some bread to hit dis gas

Oh yeah, come here, oh yeah

Oh yeah

Yeah

Oh yeah

Yeah, damn damn damn