GRIP – Spatula (Audio, Lyrics)

GRIP releases the new “Spatula” song produced by Wili Hendrix. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Grip Spatula

GRIP unleashess a new track that’s short in length but packs a heavy punch thanks to the Atlanta native’s quick and clever lyricism. The song was produced by Wili Hendrixs, and is the perfect listen to get you amped up before your next workout or on a hyped-up late night drive with your friends.

“Yeah, fiend for the guap, got a key to the lock / And I’m keen, I could spot all the schemes in these plots [ain’t no cream to your crop?] / Clip, got a sixteen piece for a opp’ / They was sleep when I said ‘Meet me at the top’” he spits on the first verse, setting the pace for the rest of the song.

In August, GRIP shared a 17-track project called I Died For This??, including features from Kay Nellz, Kenny Mason, AHYES, Big Rube, Tate 228, Eminem, Dead Casssettes, Wara, Royce Da 5’9”, and Wiley from Atlanta. “Spatula” is his first single since then, and following so many incredible collaborations, it’s easy to see why the “Peaks N Pitfalls” hitmaker wanted to show off his solo skills.

GRIP – Spatula (prod. Wili Hendrix)

Lyrics

[Intro]
I told these niggas, bruh, I told these niggas
(Ayo, Wili! Fuck with me)
I told these niggas

[Verse 1]
Yeah, fiend for the guap, got a key to the lock
And I’m keen, I could spot all the schemes in these plots
[ain’t no cream to your crop?]
Clip, got a sixteen piece for a opp’
They was sleep when I said “Meet me at the top”
Ain’t believe I would pop, wrist look like I went pee pee in a watch
Peach street in a drop, hoes hit me with a “Beep beep” when I stop
My vernacular damage a rap nigga amateur lackin’ the stamina packin’ and cannin’ the cap for the camera, thought about slappin’ your manager when I get back to Atlanta cuh’
I’m doin’ laps for the racks like I’m Danica
GRIP [?] get a calendar
When I free up, I’ll be happy to dance with ya
Heatin’ up on these tracks, would you hand me a–

[Chorus]
Spatula, flip the shit, then I get back to ya
I saw enough, wrap it up
I’m barrin’ up, Attica (Flip, flip)
Spatula, flip the shit, then I get back to ya
I saw enough, wrap it up
I’m barrin’ up, Attica (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Got leeches all on my dick, got bitches all on my line
Hoppin’ in my DMs, really divin’ out the deep end
Tryna see if we can be friends, well, that depends
Gotta pretend only for the weekend
And don’t keep tabs on the cash he spend
Smash on the dash while your ass leave him
I know you gotta get laid, but I gotta get paid
I got too many rats on my calendar
Touch the road for some hoes do some shows with the dough
I might go and buy bro a lil’ Challenger
Where the comp at? Where my challengers
I don’t see none, this a free run
Brushin’ off weed crumbs, I just rolled up a tree trunk
Wili, hol’ up, let the beat thump
Had to let the bih breathe, huh?
Last of a dyin’ breed, huh?
This is shit they say to me, huh?

[Chorus]
Spatula, flip the shit, then I get back to ya
I saw enough, wrap it up
I’m barrin’ up, Attica (Flip, flip)
Spatula, flip the shit, then I get back to ya
I saw enough, wrap it up
I’m barrin’ up, Attica