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Lil Durk - Grandson ft. Kodak Black 🔊 [Bass Boosted]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Lyrics
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Lyrics
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Composer
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer

Songtexte

(Zaytoven) Ayy, Yak Never take her to Status Jeweler (Yeah) Never put all your trust in pussy (Let's get it) I done seen niggas steal switches (Yeah) I could never be attached to goofies (Metro) Lamborghini truck, ridin' smoothly Future had a nigga tryin' zooties (Boom) Firm believer of bad luck (Yeah) I can't be the one dyin' in movies (No) Eater sex, she want her ass done (Ass done) Told the bitch to go and try a smoothie (Try a smoothie) Why you throwin' all this rent money? Tryna prove a point to go and hang with Boosie (Lame-ass) He think he bigger than the whole mob Niggas couldn't even hang with Boonie (Gang) I keep all the shooters fed I fed 'em all Percocets (Percocets) Rather be with my crew instead Ridin' 'round with a dirty stick (Dirty stick) Dirty Sprite, ridin' 'round with some shooters Who ain't even thirty yet (Grrah) Dirty mics, told on the gang, like he owe us debt (Yeah) Lamb' truck, hoppin' out with thirty chains on and my dreads stuck Lamb' truck, free Rio from the land, they got him jammed up Blam somethin', got me feelin' like I'm Grandson Blam somethin', got me feelin' like I'm— Ayy, I ain't gon' need no ski 'Cause I'm gon' make sure he can't tell on me The middle of the week, I was skippin' in school I had to bail on me I'm a man of business, I'm with the mob, I'm like M.O.B My nigga beat the cheese when he went down I'm like "Damn, homie" Dirty mics, thuggin' 'til I die, I don't need no advice Jerry Rice, just caught a brand new body, that's on my baby snipe Like I'm smokin' crack, the Glock got a see-through clip This bitch like glass pipes I ain't tryna be too long, anyway motherfucker, I live that fast life Friday night, I'm in the club, boppin' with my niggas, yeah Still goin', Saturday mornin' I woke up with some strippers, yeah Sunday, I might take a nigga soul, 'cause I'm a sinner, yeah Lil' Taz, he gon' spaz, he gon' three, four, five, six jiggers, yeah Friday night, in the car, ridin' with my hitters, yeah Still scopin', Saturday mornin', lookin' for them niggas, yeah Sunday, it feel like I'm almighty Jesus with this pistol, yeah King Von, yeah, 'cause I'm a rapper and I'm a killer, yeah Durk, go to church, you old killin' motherfucker Ayy, do that nigga do Percs and them Black & Milds, go call my brother This my last time fuckin', so I'ma stick it in her butt Start shootin' shit up at fourteen, vibin', "Dis Ain't What U Want" Lamb' truck, hoppin' out with thirty chains on and my dreads stuck Lamb' truck, free Rio from the land, they got him jammed up Blam somethin', got me feelin' like I'm Grandson Blam somethin', got me feelin' like I'm—
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Leland Tyler Wayne, Durk D. Banks, Bill K. Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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