Grove St. Lyrics

Suli

This some Suli shit, yeah (My god)

Uh huh

Look (My god)

I'm shocked by all the outlets of cash flow

Must stay on track cuz niggas adapted to packin gats when they cash low

Now Detangle that nap in yo afro

Im the chosen one so i deserve a pat on the back like I'm mac Jones

Backbones we moppin up

Lame niggas we knotting up

We gon have to share a babymama now im knocking up

And I give her the D like I'm locking up

Suli name bubbling like when poppin off the top with suds

I'm a mellow nigga dont go off a bunch

Used to have the zits a nigga face was built like chocolate crunch

Laugh at yourself cuz if you can't then you soft as fuck

Where I'm at, I'm lost as fuck

What's the price of holding up the trophy

Boy it cost a buck

Royalty, so even Suli coffin sarcophagus

Cautious in my every movement

Cuz if I'm moving stupid

Got some time I'm gon be doin

And you can judge a nigga call me villainous and mad

But Imma call it I'm willing to kill to get a bag

Climbin in to take ya capital and valuables

Anything that I can grab until my bag begin to add up

I got family to feed to

People on the streets

Do you need 2

Someone gotta be my baby santa

Occupations duckin me duckin me leave me goosenecked

So now i gots to thumb thru yo stuff ayo where yo shoes at??

We can either do this shit the easy way

So i can leave you see day

Or imma have to make the trigger pull back

Don't make me do that