Miss When Grams were 20 (feat. Luh Soldier)

Aye, my lil' **** sit in Stanley Bushes

Damn, I miss when grams was 20

Usain Bolt, we ran through money

If my shit ain't stuffed, my pants feel funny

You a lil' guy in the paint, I'm big Yay Drummond

Ain't talking bad, this shit getting bonkers

He not a track star, but he a runner

Come through, wide body G-Wagon look like a Hummer

Bulletproof 'Lac truck, Yayski Obama

When you got cake, it get funneled

Girl, how you get all that ass in that romper?

Baby, I know how to score, I got jumper

Aye, drank in my lap, this that thumper

Aye, I'm having cheese like lasagna

What's in your pockets, lil' bruh? Nunya

Aye, play me a beat, I'ma punch 'em

Aye, give me a beat, I'ma get it and take down

I love how they chop shit, that's some K-round

How he pop shit, we don’t play round

Gorillas, I been around them since the playground

I can't lie, shit got gigantic

Hit us, hop out and leave you in traffic

If I fuck with you, dog, it's organic

Blood for blood, you can't play with my family

Whole lotta money, I seen it, too

We eating, back then, we was starving

**** spoke on them sets, he was risking his life

It was me that was clutching that carbon

It was me making sure that we ate

Having cheese, watching out for the rats

Make it flip, how you run up the sack

Run it up, blow a bag, get it back

Aye, pockets full, the meter broke

Thirsty ho ain't seen cheese before

**** really be in CB4

Before the rap, they couldn't see me, ho

Knock it down just like dominoes

Been in the gym putting pump in hoes

Might take my main bitch to Pappadeaux’s

I want money, I don't see the fun in hoes, they be nuts

If you chasing pussy but not keen on paper in your pocket, ****, what the fuck? Aye

Riding around smoking out the pound, you know that every 'Wood full of Runtz

Aye, yeah, you should already know that I got it

Bankroll on me and this bitch sloppy, let your bitch play around, she gon' top me

Aye, when you having that green, shawty come off that neck

I see through these **** like mesh

If you try to play, you won't pass the test

Look, I just want the racks, fuck the rest

Aye, I just want the racks, fuck all of that other shit

She let me hit, I heard you love the bitch

Shawty a slew and you cuffing lil' baby

Serving these turkeys my past, I'm stuffing these, baby

Slow down, stop rushing, lil' lady

You ain't my bitch, we just be fucking lil' crazy

Yayski be throwing them 4's

And I can't be fucked with like my cousin Lil' Baby

Racks in my britches and I got a crease

This Glock got a 50, boy, like Big Meech

Pour up this lean and fire up this leaf

I can't give you shit, I find out you leak

Ask for something tell you, "Hmm," like Lil' Reese

Riding with that yeah in the Caprice

When I'm off that drank, it fuck with my speech

Just poured up that Wock' in a Faygo peach

Aye, my lil' **** sit in Stanley Bushes

Damn, I miss when grams was 20

Usain Bolt, we ran through money

If my shit ain't stuffed, my pants feel funny

You a lil' guy in the paint, I'm big Yay Drummond

Ain't talking bad, this shit getting bonkers

He not a track star, but he a runner

Come through, wide body G-Wagon look like a Hummer