Tipp - Grumpy Lyrics

Now I'm coming back see a old road where I'm running laps
Never take it back
Bitches all over my money I swear I got ton of stacks
Down to a couple bags
Last down I'm wondering where would I be, bitches tell me I'm on fleek
Get out the house need to sneak
Worrying about what the f*ck I think
Not on this sad shit no more that was about a year ago
Took my shit together a letter ago (letter ago)
See my smile I murder these hoes
Take a bitch, rub it, and make it to some dough
Ha you mad took yo bitch like I stole
Ratchet bitch smelling like a bag of mold
I swear y'all niggas think y'all too cold
Never think about replacing cause I'm never to be sold
I'm never to be sold
Me getting sick over y'all, I swear this shit is never too old
Six lizard a bitch that's what I suppose
I swear his ass be doing the most
Fix yourself you are a simp, aren't you tired of that pose?
Funny how you talk on the mic but can't come up to me nose to nose
You be thinking that shit but suck on my left toe
I mean you gay so that don't really matter ho
Can't control yourself it's always me exposing you
Where can I get my music to?
Knowing goddamn well I ain't into you
Dark place, never seen someone outta shape
I'm not hating if a nigga is talking shit first
Can't be a pussy about it and let it go
It's getting outta hand
Wish I was at the beach putting sand all over myself
Don't care if you have a boyfriend but let me treat you like a man
You think it's funny leaving myself like a pan
I don't know if it should be that or that
F*ck that let me go back to this
How the f*ck you gonna talk shit if your not gonna have one bitch
Not even one stick, build your ass up can't beat me with all this brick
The f*ck (Hills)
Not a famous person you will never see me sighing or dying
Too much to handle it's like multiplying (Multiplying subtraction)
Flip my problems, make them turn into a dime
It's funny how people reply with in the next minute just to say I ain't shit (uh-huh)
Come up to me and see how I say my shit (don't be a pussy)
Sam and Brady are my niggas for life (for life)
Always messaging me how I'm doing
When I'm next up all these niggas are gonna try and sue me
Don't do me if your gonna use me
Had a bitch use me
I don't give a f*ck cause I had all of her nuddies
Ha besides the point never had a dream where I can kill my wife
Oh shit where is my ice, BHS got a ton of fights
See a fan that's my favorite type of likes
Knowing that my fans are ride or dies
See my friends there like FBI for night
Always catching flights
Never missing a show, I swear I be on time, There catching all the heists
But hold up, let's get to the old ass bitches
Wondering where the f*ck I would be
Come over and come see
It's funny how they talk shit on me
All my haters bystanders
Come inside we can address it
Always confront, don't back down like a bitch
It's always gonna be you fist first
God dang you know I don't miss
Never hesitated in my life so you won't see shit
1v1 me kid still got you talking
To me that leaves you in a coffin (coffin)
Cause you know me I'm never dying
Yessir, f*ck outta here
Grumpy, Grumpy, you a Grumpy nigga (uh-huh)
Grumpy, Grumpy, you a Grumpy nigga (uh-huh)
Grumpy, Grumpy, you a Grumpy nigga (uh-huh)
Grumpy, Grumpy, you a Grumpy nigga
Grumpy, Grumpy, you a Grumpy nigga (uh-huh)
Grumpy, Grumpy, you a Grumpy nigga
Grumpy, Grumpy, you a Grumpy nigga
Grumpy, Grumpy, you a Grumpy nigga
Rrr, rrr