[Verse 1: Andrew Atwood]

Held off for a little bit

Now I'm back on top, are you with it, then?

If you ain't, better set you straight

And I ain't trying to start back up with that shit again

Speaking of, back it up, back it up girl

Gimme love, gimme love, that's what up, girl

Trying to get turnt up like you ain't heard of

So I gotta get my double cup up, girl

Lemme take it downtown like a cab ride do

Take it out of this world, down to Katmandu

All black everything, like a Batman do

Skee be dii dee boo bop like a scatman do

You believe that?

Name on the list, better read that

Don't let me in, I'mma be mad

I'mma need the VIP badge

Bottle service

Girls gone wild, start to claw the curtains

Never stop a catfight around my person

Ain't nothing better and that's for certain

Except for cash money

That's the type of green that make me act funny

If you ain't speaking that guapanese

Then I don't give a fuck where you at, dummy

I don't give a fuck about a dance floor

I'm just here to stay posted up

The girlies all know where the hands go

If you're anyone at all, come say what's up, yo

Bitch, I'm royalty

Got money like dirt where the oil be

Always flossing, Oral B

Making paper, forestry

[Verse 2: Dean Thomasson]

Hey man, I'm too gone

You can put that on my tombstone

I text your bitch, I text your bitch

Just to see what's going on

This weed, too strong

Line at the club is too long

So I scoop some broads, grab my dogs

Drink at the crib, pour up the Long

Islands, these girls modeling

But I don't do no coddling

So unless we're really vibing

I ask you to leave won't be surprising

Damn bro, I'mma spend that grip

Got me going on an ego trip

Riding round on a cargo ship

With a poker chip and a comic strip

[Hook]

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

You know I'm talking 'bout

[Hook]

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

You know I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 3: Travis Riddle]

I've got to admit that actually I'm cackling

At all these motherfuckers that're rappening for cash that's green

Yeah that's mean, but it's not my fault they all be whack as me

At Chuck-E-Cheese, smacking moles in holes and eating mac ‘n' cheese

N-asterik-gga please, are the caskets ready? Jeez

Killing em left and right since we released True Facts for free

React to the impact of the beat when it hits that

You get flak cause we know that you like to eat shortstacks

W-A-F F-L-E, H-O-U to the Z-E

Is what we're all about and if you don't know that, then you don't really know Dee Dubs HB

But you don't really know much, do you?

I bet you're one of those idiots that subscribes to Hulu

Paying for shit you can get for free with a bunch of ads stuck in between

Wasting all that cheese like half-eaten fondue

While I accrue a slew of new beautiful babes on my dick

I admit that wasn't classy, but I don't give a shit

[Hook]

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

You know I'm talking 'bout

[Hook]

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

Gotta get that grip, ooh

Grip, gotta get that grip

You know I'm talking 'bout