Snow Grass Leaves Lyrics – Tee Grizzley

[Intro]
Let’s get to this s*it, man
Grizz, ayy

[Verse]
I got Rollies, Pateks and APs
B!tch, I used to shovel snow, cut grass, and rake leaves
I stopped popping real Percs, it’s too many fake beans
Pretty b!tch, but she ghetto as a pan of baked beans
I’ve been deep on my investing s*it
Free game, bro, if you don’t know it, don’t do it, I lost a lot of money testing s*it
Opps like them n!ggas in the Twitch chat, they catching clips

These n!ggas women, they catch attitudes and smack they lips
Acting like they some gangsters, who raised y’all?
Bro just hit some s*it and ran back home like baseball
Locked up, I wasn’t playing, I was studying case law
Can’t argue with no n!gga, I’ll pop or beat the brakes off
You hear me?
Ayy, but they still try to get to me
Hard to hear what n!ggas saying ’bout me from Italy
You gave her thousands, all that b!tch needed was some Hennessy
JJ Fish & Chicken on the Glock, it hold a fifty-piece
Think they can fu*k with me, them n!ggas off they meds
Run across the country, come back, make her run across the bed
Shorty cheat on me, I’m leaving, I ain’t going across her head
Can’t buy Chrome Heart for bro, that’s too close to crossing my mans
Go spin on them n!ggas, with us, it ain’t gon’ work
Pull up on us in a striker, you gon’ pull off in a hearse
You want us to trust you, go do some s*it you can’t reverse
We wish y’all the best even though n!ggas wish us the worst
God’s plan so perfect, it feel rehearsed
Some people will treat you like you worthless even though you turnt
Some people want you to have way less than you earned
I’m tryna do the world a favor, take ’em off the Earth
I’m tryna dodge TSA, take off in the Lear
Did first pitch for the Tigers, it was baseballs in my ear
Seen some cold s*it, I throw the Rolls in park, baby, come here

N!ggas entitled and ungrateful, bro, why they here?
Get them boys the fu*k away from me
I dissect every word in your conversation, b!tch, watch what you say to me
They ask what can they do for me, I tell ’em, “Pray for me”
And in them prayers, mention wifey, Baby Tee and Jays for me
We used to play tag at the park
Who would’ve thought we’d be ducking the task force and narcs?
Handcuffs was so fu*king tight, I still got the marks
Any b!tch I ever came across, I still got her heart
They ain’t got mine, though, fu*k it, call me selfish
Some s*it hard to hear, I can’t do nothing ’bout the truth but tell it
Go and shut that gangster s*it up, pu*sy, you was telling
Get your gun license through security, bro, you ain’t no felon
The Lambo or SVJ (The SVJ)
Fu*k the first of the month, we need a check every day
Asking me what should they try, n!gga, try everything
In the span of two months, I been on seven planes
Four private, three commercials
Spend your own money getting to me, b!tch, I reimburse you
I’m from a place where the ones you love hurt you
Just like lean in a Sprite, I seen bodies turn purple (Turn cold)

[Outro]
You feel me?
You know?
Grizz
Ah