Topsongs van Grand-O
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oscar Xavier Cuadra
Songwriter
Patrick Davis-Kelley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quakebeatz
Producer
Songteksten
I'm hopping out the whip
Low key that's a light flex
Ross fit on, no Dior I digress
I'm in a good mood
With good food that I could digest
Shoutout to Mike
The city waiting on the rent check
Niggas always hating
And it never ever made sense
I think I got the drive
On the game I'm tryna make dents
Shake hands, stab backs
Two-face, Harv Dents
I do it for my people
And them wetbacks, hop fence
La Raza
Never ever learn to use them Condoms
That's why I got fifty cousins
Waiting with them choppas
Momma
Living in the moment, not manana
The bitch smoke boof
And she swear she got the Zaza
Cheesing
Nigga life's good all season
I put the p up in a hoe
And gave the hope, the beacon
I'm wreaking
On a beach in Puerto Rico chiefing
And bitch I need silence
When the young god speaking
The weekend
Always live it up my life a weekend
I hit it with with no floaties on
I'm swimming in the deep end
You don't got the sauce
I could hit you with the seasoning
Popped a e I'm yeeemin
Rubber on the cement
She nasty
Ouuu my St. Ives ashy
My whip fit six
Five bitches in the back seat
Know I got it popping too on like Tinashe
I have 'em shook, its double looks
When they walking past me
Kinky
Won't hit the pink, it's too stinky
You crazy
Just gimmie neck, I'm too lazy
Baby
Know I wobble, wiggle when I'm Wavy
I hadda wrap around with rubber Women want my baby
Maybe
I'm the shit these rappers couldn't Phase me
I take my songs to QuakeBeatz
He mix it like some gravy
O from the sco
It's still fuck you pay me
But when I'm in the O
I still think about Hayleigh
The Bape and Supreme
I don't need 'em, I got big swag
Did it on my own
I chase my dreams and let my dick Drag
You wonder where the hoes
That will tell you where
My dick at '09 was so live
I need a beat from Nic Nac
The bass still knocking
And it's coming from the basement
Hand me the mic
I could take you back to basics
Say to trust the process
But I'm running outta patience
I hustle out the trunk
Oh god, on my Bay shit
It's Grand-O
All I do is rap
Yea
I eat rap, sleep rap
You don't want the beef wrap
I live in the view
Up the street from where Beeps at
And if you talking shit
I'll sink my knuckles where yo teeth At
Linking up with Quake
So you know where the beats at
Writer(s): Patrick Le Anthony Davis Kelley
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