Playing in Them Grams
A young nigga tripping
I done stashed a quarter million just from playing with that blender
Perkies fucking up my kidneys
I been playing in them grams you niggas playing in ya feelings
It was nothin' in the city, had to land in LA just to fly back with 50
I swear, all my bitches pretty
Got a Saks bitch in Gucci, I blew down in Givenchy silly
I told sweaters run it up, he jumped back with boy and the girl he playing double dutch
A nigga wanna brick well let me blend it up
Thought I was gone serve 'em at my home, that nigga made it up
I don't want that bitch cause she don't make enough
I don't trust not one of these niggas, niggas fake as fuck
Icey ass lil rich ass nigga, you niggas hate me huh
Ya bitch love me fuck around and let her face me
I can sell you the game here let me lace you up
Oh yo pack ain't moving it's hella laced with cut
I got the streets on fire them bitches blazing up
The feds say that I'm the supplier they wanna hang me up
Blues and pinks that cotton candy chicken, Call me MC Hammer nigga
Dancing in the grams I'm hitting
Turning 1 in 20 like I'm a damn magician
My life a movie I'm just ducking from the camera nigga
You niggas foolish all posting on the gram with it
Blend it til it's tan tented then I sell my grams instant
I be watching for you ham niggas this FN won't jam when I blow it like a fan nigga
A young nigga tripping
I done stashed a quarter million just from playing with that blender
Perkies fucking up my kidneys
I been playing in them grams you niggas playing in ya feelings
It was nothin' in the city, had to land in LA just to fly back with 50
I swear, all my bitches pretty
Got a Saks bitch in Gucci, I blew down in Givenchy silly
Bitch it's FoK the clan nigga I ain't got no friends nigga, I only fuck wit bands nigga
You find out who real when you in a jam nigga
Shrapnel bullets met for the K it's in a hand pistol
I ain't tussling wit niggas I let this ham hit you
Came by a 6 of that tech I gave my bra a few
Lil bitch had gave me some neck, she sucking bra too
All these niggas saying they eating, boy that's junk food
20 bands all blues in a Versace jumpsuit
Nigga see my squad been winning he wanna jump suit
I don't trust that nigga bruh if he jump shoot
I ain't got no love for these hoes, all these hoes threw
I'll hit yo bitch and make that hoe do what I want to
All this bread I thumb through, that's from them grams I run through
I'm wit the Cuzzin Fetti I know he gone shoot
And he bought his bread lil nigga he run it up too
A young nigga tripping
I done stashed a quarter million just from playing with that blender
Perkies fucking up my kidneys
I been playing in them grams you niggas playing in ya feelings
It was nothin' in the city, had to land in LA just to fly back with 50
I swear, all my bitches pretty
Got a Saks bitch in Gucci, I blew down in Givenchy silly
I done stashed a quarter million just from playing with that blender
Perkies fucking up my kidneys
I been playing in them grams you niggas playing in ya feelings
It was nothin' in the city, had to land in LA just to fly back with 50
I swear, all my bitches pretty
Got a Saks bitch in Gucci, I blew down in Givenchy silly
I told sweaters run it up, he jumped back with boy and the girl he playing double dutch
A nigga wanna brick well let me blend it up
Thought I was gone serve 'em at my home, that nigga made it up
I don't want that bitch cause she don't make enough
I don't trust not one of these niggas, niggas fake as fuck
Icey ass lil rich ass nigga, you niggas hate me huh
Ya bitch love me fuck around and let her face me
I can sell you the game here let me lace you up
Oh yo pack ain't moving it's hella laced with cut
I got the streets on fire them bitches blazing up
The feds say that I'm the supplier they wanna hang me up
Blues and pinks that cotton candy chicken, Call me MC Hammer nigga
Dancing in the grams I'm hitting
Turning 1 in 20 like I'm a damn magician
My life a movie I'm just ducking from the camera nigga
You niggas foolish all posting on the gram with it
Blend it til it's tan tented then I sell my grams instant
I be watching for you ham niggas this FN won't jam when I blow it like a fan nigga
A young nigga tripping
I done stashed a quarter million just from playing with that blender
Perkies fucking up my kidneys
I been playing in them grams you niggas playing in ya feelings
It was nothin' in the city, had to land in LA just to fly back with 50
I swear, all my bitches pretty
Got a Saks bitch in Gucci, I blew down in Givenchy silly
Bitch it's FoK the clan nigga I ain't got no friends nigga, I only fuck wit bands nigga
You find out who real when you in a jam nigga
Shrapnel bullets met for the K it's in a hand pistol
I ain't tussling wit niggas I let this ham hit you
Came by a 6 of that tech I gave my bra a few
Lil bitch had gave me some neck, she sucking bra too
All these niggas saying they eating, boy that's junk food
20 bands all blues in a Versace jumpsuit
Nigga see my squad been winning he wanna jump suit
I don't trust that nigga bruh if he jump shoot
I ain't got no love for these hoes, all these hoes threw
I'll hit yo bitch and make that hoe do what I want to
All this bread I thumb through, that's from them grams I run through
I'm wit the Cuzzin Fetti I know he gone shoot
And he bought his bread lil nigga he run it up too
A young nigga tripping
I done stashed a quarter million just from playing with that blender
Perkies fucking up my kidneys
I been playing in them grams you niggas playing in ya feelings
It was nothin' in the city, had to land in LA just to fly back with 50
I swear, all my bitches pretty
Got a Saks bitch in Gucci, I blew down in Givenchy silly
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Writer(s): Rollins Babb
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