Grammys

[Intro] (Get the bag, King Wonka) Ayy [Verse] 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, uh, uh, uh, yeah) Uh, trappin' out my granny's, I had 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 even love you more than my cup Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck (What?) 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, uh-uh) And I don’t trust nobody but my guts (My guts) Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, floatin' in my guts (Yeah) Fell in love with codeine, so I poured the shit up in the crush (Phew, phew, 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 (Yeah) 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 And I turn nothin' to somethin', they think a nigga know magic (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck around, pull out a rabbit 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), don’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?" (What's up?) 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 [Outro] G-GRAMMYs Been had GRAMMYs (Yeah, yeah) Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, ayy, uh