Grammys

(Get the bag, King Wonka) Ayy They say I look just like my mama but I act just like my daddy Yup, I'm straight out the trap, I figured out how to live lavish (Yeah) All these bitches love me, most of these niggas can't stand me Real trapper, slash rapper, nigga, yup, I been had GRAMMYs Uh, trappin' out my granny's, I hit broccoli, I had candy, yup Hundred racks in my fanny pack and a thirty round under my jacket, yup Look at my gang, they addin' up, the opps like, "Man, he ain't lettin' up" Bad lil' bitch with a natural bust, said she wanna fuck me in the back of my truck But I told her, "I don't pay to fuck" I don't love you more than my cup Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck Uh, diamonds on me, sayin', "Knuck if you buck" Uh, baguette, AP, hockey puck (Ice) I told these niggas, "I don't give no fucks" (Uh-uh) I told these bitches, "I don't give two fucks" (Uh-uh) And no, I trust nobody but my guts (My guts) Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, codeine in my guts (Phew, phew, phew, yeah) Fell in love with codeine, so I poured the shit up in the crush (Yeah) Tired of niggas actin' like they know me, yeah, they know what's up (What's up?) And I ain't really with that sneak dissin', niggas know what's up They say I look just like my mama and I act just like my daddy (Glizock) I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I turn nothin' to somethin', they think a nigga know magic Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck around, pull out a rabbit (Like that) They say I look just like my mama and I act just like my daddy (Yeah) I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet (Yeah) And I turn nothin' to somethin', they think a nigga know magic Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck around, pull out a rabbit Once you get it, then you double it and keep stackin' (Yeah) I really know some niggas, they made millions off of packages (Yeah) These niggas stealin' drip and yeah, I think I'm finna patent it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ten chains, ten whips, they say I'm on that rapper shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I used to make plays on top of plays, paid menace shit I'm self-made, counterfeit-ass niggas, I can't hang with them (Uh-uh) Throwin' shade, gang-gang, ain't gon' let you get away with it (Uh-uh) Throwin' shade 'bout a bitch, these niggas wearing capes and shit Yeah, I can't save no bitch (What?), I can't save no ho Yeah, I get paid my nigga (Yeah), can't pay attention to no ho Yeah, I just made a M (Yeah), tryna make it again, times fo' And they like, "What's up with him?" Bitch, you already know (Yeah) I hustle like my mama but I'm gangster like my daddy (Yeah) I ran that money up and now it's bustin' through the attic (Phew, phew, yeah) Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah, bitch, I'm up, never took a Addy (Uh-uh) Yeah, trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs G-GRAMMYs Been had GRAMMYs (Yeah, yeah) Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, ayy, uh