STREAMER UNIVERSITY ANTHEM (Lyrics & Video)Let It Ride! – GRIM SAINT Letra
Aye, you already know what the fuck going on, it's ya boy Giggle
Aye, my name Giggle, but ain't shit funny, bitch!
Shout out my boy Roy
Aye, we—, we recording this shit at Winn Casino live at the top floor
But we at Encore
Man, I'm ‘bout to let this shit ride, let's go
We get money, them boys don't, that's why they mad
SRTs and tinted windows, we masked up when we walk past
Two-hundred-fifty in all blues, I fall asleep holdin' some cash
I fuck my opp bitch, now that boy stalk my page, that shit is sad
I heard there's money on my head, come ya bag
That boy said he gon' do what? Put a Kalshi, bet he won't do that
Trackhawk Jeep and it's all black
I got a big trophy on my neck, reach for my chain, gon' die like that
(Fuck) bro put a hole on one, but he don't play golf
Me and my brother ran one up that night and we both had a Glock with a beam (we did)
On set he pop one of these, next day woke up with a STR
You ain't built for this life, that boy crashed out tryna be like me
Came up, cashed out, brand new AP
Everythin' I do be B-I-G
I do not give a fuck 'bout nothin', bitch, you can D-I-E (for real)
Count it up like 1, 2, 3
Let it ride, but that's just me
I don't give a fuck, I'll go all in on black 17 (17, black!)
I didn't get lucky, I just locked in
I was down bad, now I got a bad bitch
I learned how to count when I ran up them digits
Drank in my cup, so I'm finna spill it
It's off the dome, no, it's never written
Bro caught a body and said how he did it
Fuck the whole world and everythin' in it
We get money, them boys don't, that's why they mad
SRTs and tinted windows, we masked up when we walk past
Two-hundred-fifty in all blues, I fall asleep holdin' some cash
I fuck my opp bitch, now that boy stalk my page, that shit is sad
I heard there's money on my head, come ya bag
That boy said he gon' do what? Put a Kalshi, bet he won't do that
Trackhawk Jeep and it's all black
I got a big trophy on my neck, reach for my chain, gon' die like that