Gr Freestyle (feat. Brennuz)

(American Version)
(Hey, Greezy)
GR City
Alright, uh

Alright, we’ll see each other again
Tomorrow at the same time, I’ll pick you up in the ride
Getting home, I’ll call the fire dreadlocks (yeah!)
'Cause I know your girl thinks he’s super cool
Brenin, I think she’s a lock, bro, uh
And that red streak? (uh-huh?)
I asked her out, but she never goes (yeah, that sucks)
Wanna know, asshole? Ah, fuck that bitch
Hey, dude, chill, she’s right in front of you
My girl said she always flirts with you
Yeah?
For real?
But what do you mean she flirts?
I don’t know, I think she saw you on the street the other day
No joke, bro, I ran into her at the mall (uh-huh?)
Those tits, must be hard to find a top (haha, look at this dude’s ideas)
That ass, must be hard to find shorts, dude
Alright, but you gotta confirm
So, can we or can’t we?
Let’s go! (alright)

So, at ten twenty or eleven thirty?
Eleven thirty, man, I can only go after the village
So it’s set, just don’t be late
We don’t wanna see two beautiful girls with ugly faces (oh, uh-huh)
Hard to see your girl looking fine
Even harder to see yours looking clean, idiot
So, you gonna keep talking about my girl?
She’s not even yours, and you were the one talking about mine
Oh, alright, alright, now let’s get serious?
Alright, alright
How are you going, I’m thinking of renting a suit
Oh, you serious? (no, no)
I wouldn’t wear that even in hell
So it’s settled, I’ll go how I want (uh-huh)
I think I’ll wear my new Jordans, they’re black and purple (gang, gang)
With Donny’s kit, I’m already ready (yeah)
MVP chain, I never take it off my neck (ah, fuck)
But hey, dude, how’s our hair gonna look?

Ah, I’m rocking (hey), red braids
And I’m gonna be (yeah), with fire dreadlocks
Ah, check out my hair
They think it’s so cool
Ah, I’m rocking (yeah), red braids
And I’m gonna be (yeah), with fire dreadlocks (uh-huh)
Ah, check out my hair
What crazy hair, they think it’s so cool

You sure those girls aren’t stuck-up?
I know those girls
Total daddy’s girl vibe, yacht, diamonds, carats (no, those girls are chill)
I don’t know, like, never had an Easter without chocolate
No, no, bro, pay attention, I’m only saying this once
Oh no, man
Chill, chill, it’s my turn to talk
When girls are stuck-up, I can tell just by the gloss brand
And if they were stuck-up, you think they’d want us?
I think so, look at us now
Wallet full of cash, promising careers
With money in the bank, yeah (yeah)
Especially now that we’re all over the media
Now see if they’d want us on the boardwalk
Yeah, 2016 didn’t have this
I doubt she’d want me with a corner in my hand
Yeah, dude, if I were her, I wouldn’t want it either
Look, bro, go back six years and remember how we were
Me with a visor and your shirt was plain (for real, no joke)
Besides being ugly, we were pretty weak in ideas
And still, we knew we were the envy
'Cause before the fame, you were all quiet (yeah, ha)
You with a Chelsea backpack, me in a denim jacket
Straight talk, dude, what she wants is right here
And those who talk shit today wanna be

(Hey) rocking red braids
And I’m gonna be (yeah), with fire dreadlocks
Ah, check out my hair
Whoa, they think it’s so cool
I’m rocking (yeah), red braids
And I’m gonna be (yeah), with fire dreadlocks (yeah)
Ah, check out my hair
What crazy hair, they think it’s so cool