Greeze ft. Pro C Lyrics

Man talk p's till I run up in the Yard

Like gimme that please

Man act big n bad

None of them are bigger n badder

Than me

Since a young buck

I been on streets I was missing

My sleep

On dirt no grease

When a man pull up that's Nothing but

Man talk p's till I run up in the Yard

Like gimme that please

Man act big n bad

None of them are bigger n badder

Than me

Since a young buck

I been on streets I was missing My sleep

On dirt no grease

When a man pull up that's Nothing but GREEZE

When a man pull up on Smokey Settings

Nah I ain't talking

Darg I ain't asking no questions

Just Tryna find my man and he's Bredrins

Gotta big ting ere it slides Through tension

No baby born but man left wit a c Section

Mana on war like the Kremlin

Then I'm back on the mic while The dj making the decks spin

Finish my set

Then ima get drinks in

Gyally try move to me but she's a Dead ting

Don't need dead Pussy my gyal Got that 10/10

She give brain that mek mans Head spin

Give her that super slam no Wrestling

Fuck alla dat lemme come wit a Next ting

Mana big on the riddim like fee Fo fum

These man are just spittin ain't Beat no drum

Think ya tony Montana cah you Teefed some grub

Lemme see if your tough in the Flesh when ya teeth get tumped

Can't sleep on a Vio

If I see red ima see blood

Man talk p's till I run up in the Yard

Like gimme that please

Man act big n bad

None of them are bigger n badder

Than me

Since a young buck

I been on streets I was missing

My sleep

On dirt no grease

When a man pull up that's Nothing but

GREEZE

Oi bro if I send for a cunt

Dead like I just stepped on a slug

Ye confessed it enough that's bed For the mug

Av got the best ae the hands Never mine in the muck

This little mans testing his luck

Don't sit there festering up get Invested in us

Not left in the dust folk said that We must

Progress seen a lot

Had things in my head that are Worse

So never again

Can I settle for Less like them so I write and graft With the pen

Take time to repent when I pray

Thank god for a friend

Wake up blessed haircut fresh

And I'm linking a 10 like Ben Then I'm off and I'm on from 11

That's how I was built just shifts No women

Tryna make a life worth living

But I know some guys with their Wrist in pots still fixing shots like Phillip

Cant stay static gotta fidget

So don't lack

Lynx sees Red then ima see Black

Man talk p's till I run up in the Yard

Like gimme that please

Man act big n bad

None of them are bigger n badder

Than me

Since a young buck

I been on streets I was missing

My sleep

On dirt no grease

When a man pull up that's Nothing but

GREEZE