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Grandparents

 

Grandparents

(album: Trapped On Cleveland 3 - 2020)


Yeah, I'm banging red, but my beat came from Bloublood
You know what I'm sayin'?

I ain't sparing none of these people
I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rocking out like the Beatles
You ain't taking losses, I ain't taking none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffing all these bands in my pants, man
Yeah, this money growing old like grandparents
Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)
I ain't doing favors for a motherfucking lame

Presidential Rollie, yeah, I had to rock it plain
Yeah, I went Panamera roof on the whip
To make sure I see the stars in the rain
You can do what you do, but you know you can't tame me
It get aired out broad day, but you know they ain't telling names, man
Yeah, when the pressure on, send them young niggas chop it down every day, man
I wan' see somebody head on the curtain
I wan' see somebody dead in they vert
Hit the Aventador with them 7.62s, can't go nowhere
Yeah, please stop playing with Keed, just know that I go there
I seen a lot of shit niggas ain't never seen, they'll never go there
You can fuck my baby mama, I ain't tripping, I never put a ring on her
Yeah, when I take off and depart, I'm going where my dreams at, yeah
I never speak on what I know, nigga, 'cause I'm real, yeah, yeah
Yeah, all-gold Bentley truck, never drive the army Range, no

I ain't sparing none of these people
I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rocking out like the Beatles
You ain't taking losses, I ain't taking none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffing all these bands in my pants, man
Yeah, this money growing old like grandparents
Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)
I ain't doing favors for a motherfucking lame

Hell yeah, yeah, when I pull up in the building
I got rings in my nose, I got rings in my face
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, the spider web talking
Yeah, I know that I'm straight, yeah, I know that I'm great
Hell yeah, yeah, when I get the meals in
Yeah, I'm scraping on the side, yeah, I'm scraping off the plate
Gotta stay good with it
Gotta put the bands on my mama so she good living
Leave a nigga dead, shoulda, woulda, but I could do it
I tend to boss up when it's time for it, man, I gotta win a prize
Gotta go get it for her baby name, gotta make sure that I grind
I never lost, gotta see what going on, gotta see these numbers climb
Gotta keep a hundred-fifty on me, gotta keep a couple dimes
I put the lights out when it's night time, okay
Yeah, I'm determined, got ambition on me, tryna make a way
Think a nigga slipping, I'll go'n get to tripping, go 'head, get a case
Ride with F&N's, Dracos, and AKs

I ain't sparing none of these people
I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rocking out like the Beatles
You ain't taking losses, I ain't taking none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffing all these bands in my pants, man
Yeah, this money growing old like grandparents
Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)
I ain't doing favors for a motherfucking lame

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