Grandparents

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Yeah, I'm bangin' red, but my beat came from Bloublood
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 I ain't sparin' none of these people
 I'll leave it up to my wrist
 Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
 You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' 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 hoe suck the drip up, mosquito
 And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
 Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
 Outside white, but the inside cranberry (hey)
 I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (hey)
 I ain't doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame
 Presidential Rollie, man, 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 tellin' 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 playin' 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 trippin', I never put a ring on her
 Yeah, when I take off and depart, I'm goin' 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 sparin' none of these people
 I'll leave it up to my wrist
 Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
 You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' 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 hoe suck the drip up, mosquito
 And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
 Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
 Outside white, but the inside cranberry (hey)
 I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (hey)
 I ain't doin' favors for a motherfuckin' 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 talkin'
 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 scrapin' on the side, yeah, I'm scrapin' off the plate
 Gotta stay good with it
 Gotta put the bands on my mama so she good livin'
 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 then gotta make sure that I grind
 I never lost, gotta see what goin' 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 slippin', I'll go'n get to trippin', go 'head, get a case
 Ride with F&N's, Dracos, and AKs
 I ain't sparin' none of these people
 I'll leave it up to my wrist
 Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
 You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' 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 hoe suck the drip up, mosquito
 And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
 Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
 Outside white, but the inside cranberry (hey)
 I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (hey)
 I ain't doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:45
Key
7
Tempo
116 BPM

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