Grip - Packy

Nighttime ridin', I could feel the breeze

My right-hand man whippin' shorties in the back seat

Tell me, what else do I need?

Feel like I manifest everything I see

Lately, I been on a roll on the low

Been a broken record with like four choes in a row

Always end up saying shit like, ''Go with the flow''

Swear I’m turning me into a man, I don’t even know

But these hoes will be hoes, seen it first hand

Now I only run the give-n-go, I’m the worst, man

I be over shit quick, I just hit the red button then I get lit

Don’t keep in touch, keep the distance

I just hit the red button and I get lit

On my level check the dipstick

I be on my level, on my level when I get lit

Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty, grip the road, grip, grip

Yeah, get a grip, look at what I go through, it’s a trip

Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah

Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man

Talking to my dogs about the future

I been feeling confident as hell, we won’t have it how we

We won’t have it how we use' to

I been leading by example, I been really transcending

In between, a new beginning and a happy ending

I don’t want this shit to change any of us

Last of the real ones

There ain’t many of us

I remember thinking different every time they said they love us (love us)

Now they really love us, the women undercover every time they under covers

All these girls snitchin' on each other, they the coldest

They tryna turn my new girl into my old bitch (Old bitch)

That shit is unbecoming

I tend to find it if they always down, then they up to somethin'

They double O’s, like it’s nothin', nothin'

I kick em' out the double doors, then I hit the button

Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip

Yeah, get a grip, look at' what I go through, it’s a trip

Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah

Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man

Maybe I’m just too selective

Maybe I’m afraid of gettin' rejected

Maybe I’m just lookin' for perfection

Maybe I just don’t put in the effort

People are petty these days, men ain’t ready these days

Women hoeing, but they want a man that’s steady these days

Maybe I’m too set in my ways, I don’t know

Maybe you don’t love me, it’s just something you say

That’s why I grip the road

Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip

Yeah, get a grip, look at what I go through, it’s a trip

Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah

Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man