Young Dro - Grits Lyrics
[Intro:]Hey, who got grits?Geeked up like a mother*****er! Who got Grits?Y'all don't know Grits man,3Krazy, he got Grits on himI'm geeked up like a mother*****er!Hook:I'm on Grits, she on Grits,He on Grits, we on Grits!Grits!I'm geeked up like a mother*****er!What the hell is Grits?I'm on Grits, she on Grits,He on Grits, we on Grits!Grits!I'm geeked up like a mother*****er!What the hell is Grits?I'm on Grits, hmmmShe on Grits, hmmmWhen she tastes that thing she be like hmmmDro that thing so nasty, I be like hmmmI'm geeked up, man, OK?Rims sitting up now, OK?I'm rocking this Gucci, riding on Gucci,Shawty wanna ***** now, ok?I'm geeked up like a mother*****ereMy hoe told my other hoe she'll eat her like a mother*****er!Hmmm ok, hmmm ok, that's them Grits!Beemer foreign, that's M6!My ***** got 72 ounces in her *****,That's them bricks (let's go! )These niggas think we talking bout eating breakfast,That's them Grits!Hook:I'm on Grits, she on Grits,He on Grits, we on Grits!Grits!I'm geeked up like a mother*****er!What the hell is Grits?I'm on Grits, she on Grits,He on Grits, we on Grits!Grits!I'm geeked up like a mother*****er!What the hell is Grits?Hold up, Kevin Durant GritsOKC? Y'all niggas playingI got pink, I got brown molly on meI'm geeked up like a mother*****er!I feel so good I think I'm a heat up like a mother*****er!Where my cape at? I'm on a gram,I don't give a damn, and I got a tan and a gray hatI got chill bums on me (brr),All these diamonds on me (brr)Yea nigga brr, cars go...Ain't no shining on me!I'm geeked up like a mutherfcuker!(I'm geeked)My shooters on GO like a mother*****erI gotta go see my PO. like a mother*****erAy look, you know I'm on GritsShawty Grits!Hook:I'm on Grits, she on Grits,He on Grits, we on Grits!Grits!I'm geeked up like a mother*****er!What the hell is Grits?I'm on Grits, she on Grits,He on Grits, we on Grits!Grits!I'm geeked up like a mother*****er!What the hell is Grits?Hold up, wait!Bobo Grits, Dino Grits!Crucial, crucial, Every Grits!You know I'm on the phone like Grits(Hold up, hold up)Westside, Westside, Bankhead GritsI'm on green please believe meI just came back from ClevelandI'm finna go to for a season, believe it!Hold up, hold up, hold up, Eastside, Eastside Grits lil' *****(Hit him, hit him! )I'm geeked up but at least, at least I kilt this...I'm on now, in the foreign talking' on my phone now(Wait, mother... OK! )In the Rockefeller on them Grits now,In a Brazilian on them Grits now!Hook:I'm on Grits, she on Grits,He on Grits, we on Grits!Grits!I'm geeked up like a mother*****er!What the hell is Grits?I'm on Grits, she on Grits,He on Grits, we on Grits!Grits!I'm geeked up like a mother*****er!What the hell is Grits?
