Grenade

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Day-Day-Daytrip took it to ten) (Ayy) Hey That bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade Told 'em I was being framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith Smoke gelato, 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' 'bout keyboard, I need to go back outer space Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track runners, watch how I walk in this bitch See somethin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work I was posted in them trenches while my grandma was at church Told me what happened to Slim, I feel like no one had deserved But since they did that shit to you, I feel like everybody do They keep us afraid, and ain't put in no work I'm still tryna see what the lil' nigga worth Like fuck all the traffic, get put on the shelf It don't happen soon, I'ma do it myself My diamonds they cold like ice cream Remember back then they told me my dreams would melt Niggas ain't playin' they part, 'fore I go back to jail I'ma catch him and aim at his hair Throw me in the jungle, don't worry, you need to be scared for the lions, and tigers and bears Don't do no leg shots, I drop fourteen racks in Seattle like DK Metcalf That shit you flexin' with, I spend that shit in three days Wanna be rich like Russell, mama said, "You will son, one day" That bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade Told 'em I was being framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith Smoke gelato, 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' 'bout keyboard, I need to go back outer space Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track runners, watch how I walk in this bitch See somethin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work I was posted in them trenches while my grandma was at church Told me what happened to Slim, I feel like no one had deserved But since they did that shit to you, I feel like everybody do My diamonds they cold like ice cream Remember back then they told me my dreams would melt Niggas ain't playin' they part, 'fore I go back to jail I'ma catch him and aim at his hair Throw me in the jungle, don't worry, you need to be scared for the lions, and tigers and bears Don't do no leg shots, I drop 14 racks in Seattle like DK Metcalf That shit you flexin' with, I spend that shit in three days Wanna be rich like Russell, mama said, "You will son, one day" That bitch, she know I'm the bomb, I might have a son and I'ma name him grenade Told 'em I was being framed, they didn't respond, now I'm in the back of the Wraith Smoke gelato, 41, I cough up my lungs, I gotta get high everyday Ain't the type to lose, ain't talkin' 'bout keyboard, I need to go back outer space Spend a thousand on Balenciaga Track runners, watch how I walk in this bitch See somemthin' I want and I fly her in, and don't even talk to the bitch Cost a pair of Amiris to make them youngins spin, I'm bettin' my pockets on this And my music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it (Day-Day-Daytrip took it to ten) (Hey)