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Grab A... (Explicit) - Quality Control/Duke Deuce/Tay Keith

Lyrics by：Patavious Isom/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers

Composed by：Patavious Isom/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers

Duke Deuce/Lil' Juice/Drake：

Tay Keith f**k these n***as up

Tay Keith this too hard

What the f**k

B***h I'm a b***h I'm a vet reppin' my set

Hopped out the jet ice on my neck

Ice on my neck

Grabbin' the TEC keep it on deck

Keep it on deck

He say it's smoke then I'm leavin' him wet

Leavin' 'em wet

Holla at me folk it's for the low

It's for the low

I put on a show to go to the store

Go to the store

You can't see this s**t this b***h'll get ghost

Go ghost

Don't hit the blue lights 'cause you don't want no smoke

N***a I'm the illest in the city

Even got the nuns f**kin' with me

Flippin' hell nah I'm committed

Know some n***as rob for a livin'

Guts off-white call it chitlins

Ugh

Let 'em hate and nut up on their b***hes

Ugh

N***a got a problem get up with me

N***a got a problem get up with me

B***h

Fire up the Glock and hit your block

And let the Hellcat stop

Ayy ayy

It's much respect you get your guap

You flip the w**d or rock

Don't come at me

Don't come at me hot about a thot

Get knocked up out your sock

Uh

Just look what I got I iced my watch

This b***h don't tick or tock

Uh

Fire up the Glock and hit your block

And let the Hellcat stop

Ayy ayy

It's much respect you get your guap

You flip the w**d or rock

Don't come at me

Don't come at me hot about a thot

Get knocked up out your sock

Uh

Just look what I got I iced my watch

This b***h don't tick or tock

Uh

Shawty got raw head

Shawty got raw head

P***y be bald head

P***y be bald head