Grandparents

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