Grammys

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    (Get the bag, King Wonka)
    Ayy

    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

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    G-GRAMMYs
    Been had GRAMMYs (yeah, yeah)
    Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs
    Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, ayy, uh

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