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Grape Mentality

by NLE Choppa

[Intro]
Man look, yeah, yeah
Ha, fuck it up nigga
Yeah, wreck the party fuck it up, take that shit down

[Chorus]
Ay wreck the club, fuck it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, bitch i don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa
Wreck the party, fuck it up, we got strippers in the [?]
Bitch i'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes [?]
Like a [?], a nigga better not test me
If this nigga do, I swear to god it's getting deadly

[Verse 1]
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a nigga down
Bitch i'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
I'm with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bussin'
Yeah that Glock when I tuck it, if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a mac-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, nigga Imma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that bitch is on my hip
Imma slam a nigga down, you can call me [?]
Imma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
Nigga watch yo fuckin' mouth, fore' I shoot you in the lip
Bitch i'm stacking all my chips, but I don't fuck with dip
Bitch I love making niggas bleed, but I fuck with Crips

[Chorus]
Wreck the club, fuck it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, bitch i don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like sosa
Wreck the party, fuck it up, we got strippers in the [?]
Bitch i'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes [?]
Like a [?], a nigga better not test me
If this nigga do, I swear to god it's getting deadly

[Verse 2]
Hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't fuck with class
Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag
Imma up the pistol on my teacher, if I need it back
Man fuck you, I'm rich [?]
Bitch, I jumped out the Porsche [?]
And my niggas wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp
[?] the judge, and you know I'm making bail
I've been [?] all my life, I think that I belong in hell
Bitch, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper
Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shotta
I got [?]
Baby Mexico Choppa, make a nigga cha cha

[Hook]
Fuck the club up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck the club up, fuck it up, yeah
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck it up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Don't do the talkin', when we beefin', let the choppa talk for me
You know I bang for my gang, and it's to the [?]
Bitch, I pull up on yo street, with another opp to sleep
Man he should've never made a pose, now he RIP
So many guns, I can go to war with Russia, Imma burn him like a [?]
Like a Backwood, Imma smoke him
Yeah, I put a bitch in [?]
Bitch my niggas roll with pistols, we don't use our fuckin' knuckles
Imma attack with fire then you won't catch me in a scuffle
I'm the lion in the chamber, you ain't cut like [?]
Bitch, they call me HIV cause you can't fuck with [?]
Man I dare a fuck nigga try to send me a diss
I sent him hit, while I'm fuckin' on another nigga bitch
I put a scope up on my Glock, so it can shoot like a choppa
I put the lean up in the bottle, like a nigga a toddler
I shoot a nigga in the neck, so I'm poppin' his collar
Put tape up on that nigga mouth, so he won't holler
They askin' how I'm in the club, I ain't over sixteen
Man shut the fuck up, cause my Glock 23
I need everybody fuck the club up on 3
Nigga 1, 2, 3, fuck the club up nigga (Ha, pop)