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Grip - Dirty Work Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Guess I gotta do the dirty work until I'm filthy rich
I repent for the sins that I will commit
Got a stick, it tend to stammer and the clip is a banana
Man, a nigga been done fucked around and peeled ya shit
Almost spilled the liq', I'm finna tilt, I'm lit
You niggas better brush up on your skills a bit
She a "uh, you look better with the filter" bitch
All she get is good dick and a bill to split
Two TECs to do a duet, I let 'em hum a melody
This ring a misdemeanor, but the other one a felony
Won't say that shit to me, but I can sense a ton of jealousy
'Cause I blew cheese like somebody brung the celery
Was undersellin' me, but now the price is up
Same niggas like, "Damn, GRIP nice as fuck"
If it's ever any pressure, then the pipes'll bust
Life a gamble, nigga, you gon' roll the dice or what?

[Chorus]
I got dirty money, need it clean (Dirty money, need it clean)
Down to murder somethin' for the team (Murder somethin' for the team)
And I heard he runnin' with the thing (Heard he runnin' with the thing)
With like thirty-somethin' and a beam (Thirty-somethin' and a–)
Plottin' licks and million-dollar schemes
If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean?
Heard you kept this shit a bean, nah
Big stepper on the scene
I got dirty money, need it clean (Dirty money, need it clean)
Down to murder somethin' for the team (Murder somethin' for the team)
And I heard he runnin' with the thing (Heard he runnin' with the thing)
With like thirty-somethin' and a beam (Thirty-somethin' and a–)
Plottin' licks and million-dollar schemes
If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean?
Heard you kept this shit a bean, nah
Big stepper on the scene (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Fuck is up?
I knuckle up and give the beats a couple uppercuts at deadly rates
You niggas is featherweights, you couldn't ruffle us
I'm levitatin', GRIP on the up and up, who think they tough enough?
I'm detonatin', blowin' up such and such, hope he ain't suffer much
Enough debatin', want me on a track? To me, that's supper waitin'
The flow is suffocatin', somebody resuscitate him
Way I cook on the hook and the verse, I need a fuckin' apron
All of you boys get put into hearses, sendin' 'em up to Satan
Oops, I mean sendin' 'em up to Jesus, leavin' 'em cut in pieces
Here to disrupt your thesis, thinkin' "GRIP not a hip-hop GOAT"
Must don't know what time it is, guess his wristwatch broke
Get back, this that "put him in a Ziplock" dope
"GRIP, you should make a dance just for TikTok," nope
Haters tried to hang me with a slipknot rope
Too much slack, cousin, I came back bussin'

[Chorus]
I got dirty money, need it clean (Dirty money, need it clean)
Down to murder somethin' for the team (Murder somethin' for the team)
And I heard he runnin' with the thing (Heard he runnin' with the thing)
With like thirty-somethin' and a beam (Thirty-somethin' and a–)
Plottin' licks and million-dollar schemes
If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean?
Heard you kept this shit a bean, nah
Big stepper on the scene
I got dirty money, need it clean (Dirty money, need it clean)
Down to murder somethin' for the team (Murder somethin' for the team)
And I heard he runnin' with the thing (Heard he runnin' with the thing)
With like thirty-somethin' and a beam (Thirty-somethin' and a–)
Plottin' licks and million-dollar schemes
If you gon' hit, you gotta swing, know what I mean?
Heard you kept this shit a bean, nah
Big stepper on the scene