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Tee Grizzley - You Hear Me Lyrics



Tee Grizzley - You Hear Me Lyrics
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[ Featuring YTB Fatt ]

TG
Ayy, GG
Ayy, uh, uh, TG
GG
Ayy, let's get it, ayy

Walk in Louis, I'm like, "Get me everything off that mannequin, bitch" (let me get that)
Feel like a dream when you come from state blues, wearin' shackles and shit
I'm stabbin' a bitch, I'm wrappin' a bitch, I'm deep-stroke hammerin' shit (goddamn)
M's in this account, M's in that account, nigga, I'm havin' this shit
You hear me? I'm havin' unlimited dog shit (unlimited)
Pop out fresh as frog shit
Give a pretty bitch long dick, you hear me? (Come here, come here, take that)

GG, we gon' get to a bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Got car insurance gang with me and they tryna crash, you hear me? (Skrrt)
They'll get in that ass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Niggas don't get a pass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I get deep in my bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I ain't nothin' like your man, you hear me? (Better know that)
Bitch, ayy, they counted me out, them niggas can't add (how you cut that, gang?)
Come get you a boss, quit playin' with the staff (quit playin')

Tss, tss, uh, so you searchin' for the boss? Bitch, I'm here
I'm the young nigga signed a deal, didn't go corporate, went, got killers in there
This shit got different, I done cut a rich bitch off, she done dropped a tear
I told every killer in the city, "I'll give you a hundred thou', bring his ass here"
I want him alive, shh, whoo, hundred bitch, private set, put the Maybach in gear
Shh, mama said, "Don't buy no more jewelry," f*ck it, I went 20K each ear (forty)
I don't know what happened to buddy, tss, for that cheese, he was out of here (smushed him)
Forty-five for a show, 'fore I walk through the door, get the business clear
Tss, model bitch on her knees
Eighty, for what? For chopped cheese
Frrt, I'm knee-deep in the streets
Bump down on him, make him get on his knees
Beg for his life, I'm fully locked in, but I can still serve you some keys
Thousand on shoes, still get on the D's
I got two hundred killers, can't eat without me

GG, we gon' get to a bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Got car insurance gang with me and they tryna crash, you hear me? (Skrrt)
They'll get in that ass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Niggas don't get a pass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I get deep in my bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I ain't nothin' like your man, you hear me? (Better know that)
Bitch, ayy, they counted me out, them niggas can't add (how you count that, gang?)
Come get you a boss, quit playin' with the staff (quit playin')

I'm in the 'Raq with the deuce, the six
And all of the handlers, bitch, the Navy
Can't do no playin', you know how we layin'
You know that we stand over shit and go crazy
Slums, they made me
Way that she got on her knees, she praised me
What niggas gave me?
They be like, "Grizzley, why you ain't come to my party?"
What? 'Cause, bitch, you ain't paid me
Know I'm too wavy, know that this shit done got big as the Hulk
Listen, I know how you talk to the workers, but change that shit when you talk to the boss
Who got these lil' niggas thinkin' they that?
What made these niggas think I wanna talk?
Bitch better not ask for more than she worth
Me, I'll make a ho get out and walk (you hear me?)
You know them switches, got them by the dozen
You know them bitches on us when we clubbin'
Niggas be chillin' too much, we be hustlin'
Stove don't work, put the brick in the oven
French-cut shit, it be lookin' like glass
Oh, you went broke again? NiGGa, too bad
They is not chasin' me, this shit too fast
I ain't pass shit in school except for math, you hear me? (Let's get it)

GG, we gon' get to a bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Got car insurance gang with me and they tryna crash, you hear me? (Skrrt)
They'll get in that ass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Niggas don't get a pass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I get deep in my bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I ain't nothin' like your man, you hear me? (Better know that)
Bitch, ayy, they counted me out, them niggas can't add (how you cut that, gang?)
Come get you a boss, quit playin' with the staff (quit playin')
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TG
Ayy, GG
Ayy, uh, uh, TG
GG
Ayy, let's get it, ayy

Walk in Louis, I'm like, "Get me everything off that mannequin, bitch" (let me get that)
Feel like a dream when you come from state blues, wearin' shackles and shit
I'm stabbin' a bitch, I'm wrappin' a bitch, I'm deep-stroke hammerin' shit (goddamn)
M's in this account, M's in that account, nigga, I'm havin' this shit
You hear me? I'm havin' unlimited dog shit (unlimited)
Pop out fresh as frog shit
Give a pretty bitch long dick, you hear me? (Come here, come here, take that)

GG, we gon' get to a bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Got car insurance gang with me and they tryna crash, you hear me? (Skrrt)
They'll get in that ass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Niggas don't get a pass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I get deep in my bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I ain't nothin' like your man, you hear me? (Better know that)
Bitch, ayy, they counted me out, them niggas can't add (how you cut that, gang?)
Come get you a boss, quit playin' with the staff (quit playin')

Tss, tss, uh, so you searchin' for the boss? Bitch, I'm here
I'm the young nigga signed a deal, didn't go corporate, went, got killers in there
This shit got different, I done cut a rich bitch off, she done dropped a tear
I told every killer in the city, "I'll give you a hundred thou', bring his ass here"
I want him alive, shh, whoo, hundred bitch, private set, put the Maybach in gear
Shh, mama said, "Don't buy no more jewelry," f*ck it, I went 20K each ear (forty)
I don't know what happened to buddy, tss, for that cheese, he was out of here (smushed him)
Forty-five for a show, 'fore I walk through the door, get the business clear
Tss, model bitch on her knees
Eighty, for what? For chopped cheese
Frrt, I'm knee-deep in the streets
Bump down on him, make him get on his knees
Beg for his life, I'm fully locked in, but I can still serve you some keys
Thousand on shoes, still get on the D's
I got two hundred killers, can't eat without me

GG, we gon' get to a bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Got car insurance gang with me and they tryna crash, you hear me? (Skrrt)
They'll get in that ass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Niggas don't get a pass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I get deep in my bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I ain't nothin' like your man, you hear me? (Better know that)
Bitch, ayy, they counted me out, them niggas can't add (how you count that, gang?)
Come get you a boss, quit playin' with the staff (quit playin')

I'm in the 'Raq with the deuce, the six
And all of the handlers, bitch, the Navy
Can't do no playin', you know how we layin'
You know that we stand over shit and go crazy
Slums, they made me
Way that she got on her knees, she praised me
What niggas gave me?
They be like, "Grizzley, why you ain't come to my party?"
What? 'Cause, bitch, you ain't paid me
Know I'm too wavy, know that this shit done got big as the Hulk
Listen, I know how you talk to the workers, but change that shit when you talk to the boss
Who got these lil' niggas thinkin' they that?
What made these niggas think I wanna talk?
Bitch better not ask for more than she worth
Me, I'll make a ho get out and walk (you hear me?)
You know them switches, got them by the dozen
You know them bitches on us when we clubbin'
Niggas be chillin' too much, we be hustlin'
Stove don't work, put the brick in the oven
French-cut shit, it be lookin' like glass
Oh, you went broke again? NiGGa, too bad
They is not chasin' me, this shit too fast
I ain't pass shit in school except for math, you hear me? (Let's get it)

GG, we gon' get to a bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Got car insurance gang with me and they tryna crash, you hear me? (Skrrt)
They'll get in that ass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
Niggas don't get a pass, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I get deep in my bag, you hear me? (You hear me?)
I ain't nothin' like your man, you hear me? (Better know that)
Bitch, ayy, they counted me out, them niggas can't add (how you cut that, gang?)
Come get you a boss, quit playin' with the staff (quit playin')
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Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Cavon Paige
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Tee Grizzley
Featuring: YTB Fatt
From Album: Post Traumatic
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Cavon Paige
Year: 2024

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