Rolling Grams

Niggaz trying Orlando Florida like we ain't
Really on that shit nigga
(Fuck dese niggaz got goin on man)
Fuck wrong with these niggas man
Tellem niggas they cake up
Get they bread up or some dawg
We out here getting money man
Straight up nigga
Just like that nigga
Straight up

Nigga say what you want, I already heard it (Aye Aye)
Bitch I do as I please, Base Mr.Perfect (Damn Damn)
I seen you flex with the sack but you ain't even servin' (What?)
So I rode through ya trap and now it look desserted (Come hea)

Aye, gone ahead switch the topic smokin' what came from the tropics (Chirp)
Base what you been doing, baggings up and scaling ounces
Trolll doin sweeps I pray to god the neva find it
On the I, quarter pound wit that state trooper behind me
If you seen my face (What) you get fucked over (Okay)
I plead the fifth I wasn't there, I was at the yoda (On God)
Like a shuttle I takeoff, ion need no feathers (Nawl)
I don't even match nomo, I'm rollin grams or better
I got my shit together baby this Italian leather (Look)
I got her sweatin' how I'm bringing out this Florida weather
How I turn the trap to a fort (Knocking)
Niggaz allot my door
Ion care how gator you is, you still gettin extorted
Run it up and get more
She say I'm so immature
All I do is hustle baby, I'm not coming up short
And I been road run-in lately, got my feet filling sore
With all my ForestCity niggaz running straight off the porch
Then we all hop da fence (Aye Aye)
Man dis shit gettin intense
I see dem Orange County dukes I swear to god ima blitz (Damn Damn)
Toss the sack like a pitch
Ian going like Mitch (Aye Aye)
I been ouch running plays, you niggaz still on the bench (Damn Damn)
So bring the numbers out
Show me what you hollering bout
Seen ya smoking gas the hollows knock the munchies out
I just heard my dawg a CI (Damn)
I seen it coming no lie (Swea)
I dreamed a snake was in my grass I had to cut that shit out
I heard you say what you bout
But that's just word of the mouth (Bitch)
And I be laughin' at these niggaz that be cappin' for clout (Stupid)
And I'm tired of sparring niggaz how I run through ya spot (Swea)
Countin' all these dead crakes how I crash at the house (Snoring)
Paper, wood or a swisher woke up I can't even remember (Damn)
Case close
Neck froze
Wrist on shiver me timbers
Clippers under my denim
That shit aint even in him
Now its fire at the party they all came in here with them
Rod jump like 23 (Jumpman Jumpman)
28 That's a oz (Zip zip)
He was off a pill (Geeked nigga)
Tre stack emojis (Ex nigga)
I was on my dick (My dick nigga)
Now they all wanna see me (See a nigga)
It was me and BiLL (BiLL nigga)
he was gonna block like a DB (Aye Aye Aye)

Nigga say what you want, I already heard it
Bitch I do as I please, Base Mr.Perfect
I seen you flex with the sack but you ain't even servin'
So I rode through ya trap and now it look desserted
Nigga say what you want, I already heard it
Bitch I do as I please, Base Mr.Perfect
I seen you flex with the sack but you ain't even servin'
So I rode through ya trap and now it look desserted



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Writer(s): Cityboi Base
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