Call this shit the death grip
Looking for an exit
But you cant find none
Extra CBD makes for some nice filled lungs
But this shit right here is THC packed
I'm back, relapsed on some sicker shit
Tell my bitch to stop her f*ckn bickering
Don't have to put no liquor in
Hitting this joint
Is like drinking two bottles
Going full throttle
On my GF everything is realuh
Pounds of the killuh is burning gorilla
On this shit
Like fiends buying cartons daily
They calling this
That new strain "leaf"
Every day I sing this song
Chillin with my royal palms
Wonderful how we got here
Death grip
So my niggas out here
Spreadn that good
The bombest shit
Comes from the hood
Ya we lightn up
The Chem Dawg
Ya its biting rough
Time to rifle up my niggas
Gotta hold tight
There's no such thing as death
We gotta whole life
B Ghostn - Death Grip Lyrics
B Ghostn - Death Grip Lyrics
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Call this shit the death grip
Looking for an exit
But you cant find none
Extra CBD makes for some nice filled lungs
But this shit right here is THC packed
I'm back, relapsed on some sicker shit
Tell my bitch to stop her f*ckn bickering
Don't have to put no liquor in
Hitting this joint
Is like drinking two bottles
Going full throttle
On my GF everything is realuh
Pounds of the killuh is burning gorilla
On this shit
Like fiends buying cartons daily
They calling this
That new strain "leaf"
Every day I sing this song
Chillin with my royal palms
Wonderful how we got here
Death grip
So my niggas out here
Spreadn that good
The bombest shit
Comes from the hood
Ya we lightn up
The Chem Dawg
Ya its biting rough
Time to rifle up my niggas
Gotta hold tight
There's no such thing as death
We gotta whole life
Looking for an exit
But you cant find none
Extra CBD makes for some nice filled lungs
But this shit right here is THC packed
I'm back, relapsed on some sicker shit
Tell my bitch to stop her f*ckn bickering
Don't have to put no liquor in
Hitting this joint
Is like drinking two bottles
Going full throttle
On my GF everything is realuh
Pounds of the killuh is burning gorilla
On this shit
Like fiends buying cartons daily
They calling this
That new strain "leaf"
Every day I sing this song
Chillin with my royal palms
Wonderful how we got here
Death grip
So my niggas out here
Spreadn that good
The bombest shit
Comes from the hood
Ya we lightn up
The Chem Dawg
Ya its biting rough
Time to rifle up my niggas
Gotta hold tight
There's no such thing as death
We gotta whole life
Writer: Bryant Scott
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