Do It For The Gram
*clears throat* Okay
Infininte, WickedSicc are the cliques (Yeah) where we're from
Bitches wish (Uhuh) to on our shit
If they want they get dick (hah)
And if not around the block there's a rock they can kick
(Get the fuck out)
Better so with that talk or get popped on the lip
Watch me take the game by the ear go ham (Come Here)
Fuck the fucking pigs I don't fear the man
I'll bend the system snap on the mic
Rubberband man stubborn and mad (Ahhh)
Back to ignite
Better make a run for it or stand there and fight
I will never have the courage to coward (Naw) in fright
A powerless mind ain't empowering mine (Huh)
So why give it power to mine?
How 'bout you shut the fuck up 'fore I fuck up you motherfuckers
Fuck a fucking fucker
Stick a rubber duck up your mothers butt (Quack)
Covered in mustard and habanero dust (Take this shit bitch)
I wear a sombrero when I bust nut (Arriva!)
Dance around the bed then prepare to just got to sleep
Tell the bitch hush or read me a story
But still (Shut up) keep it shut
I only take naps
Wake up then maybe harass your dad
Tell him his bitch just bit my dick
Then show him where at (Ayo look what she did to me)
I do it because he looks stupid when he gets all mad (haha)
I've been Infininte the minute I came in the game (Yeah)
And I ain't quittin'
Not finished 'till I've diminished the fake (Yeah)
This mission's not impossible it's a cruise in the lake (Huh)
Get in my way
And visit the hospital with more than a bruise and a break
(Woah)
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Do it for the Gram
Just do it for the Gram
I do it for do it for do it for do it for do it for the Gram
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Just do it for the Gram
Just do it for the Gram
I do it for do it for do it for do it for do it for the Gram
The Wicked Rebellion hellions coming off the I-8
Bumping South Side Suicide all day
So if you bark you better hide because I got a migraine
Insane since the day that I came to this earth
Been a curse since my birth growing up was the worst
Putting in work for the turf
Gonna leave you lying 6 feet deep beneath the dirt
Got me running around the block going berserk
Switching lanes be like "Swerve"
I'm probably drunk as fuck so don't get on my nerves
Call me a piece of shit when really you're Amber Heards little turd
I'll flip you the bird, ain't you heard?
We should probably all be concerned with CERN
Because they got a hidden agenda down in Geneva
But most of you sheople are too blind to see 'em
They're going to label every one of us beneathers believers
God's children with their circumcised weeiners
I be that Cracker running up with the Beaner
Flow so sick you'll get left with a fever
Smoking reefer with the Reaper just Chimney Rock creepin'
Toe taggin' body bagging throwing hoes in the freezer
Pack a heater by my Peter got a nine millimeter
Slangin' dope to these fiends all stuck on the Ether
Sudafed tabs got me shaking the bottle
Chemistry class really taught me a lot though
I've been cooking up Crystal like there is no tomorrow
Do it for the Gram like I do it for a bong load, hoe
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Do it for the Gram
Just do it for the Gram
I do it for do it for do it for do it for do it for the Gram
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Just do it for the Gram
Just do it for the Gram
I do it for do it for do it for do it for do it for the Gram
Infininte, WickedSicc are the cliques (Yeah) where we're from
Bitches wish (Uhuh) to on our shit
If they want they get dick (hah)
And if not around the block there's a rock they can kick
(Get the fuck out)
Better so with that talk or get popped on the lip
Watch me take the game by the ear go ham (Come Here)
Fuck the fucking pigs I don't fear the man
I'll bend the system snap on the mic
Rubberband man stubborn and mad (Ahhh)
Back to ignite
Better make a run for it or stand there and fight
I will never have the courage to coward (Naw) in fright
A powerless mind ain't empowering mine (Huh)
So why give it power to mine?
How 'bout you shut the fuck up 'fore I fuck up you motherfuckers
Fuck a fucking fucker
Stick a rubber duck up your mothers butt (Quack)
Covered in mustard and habanero dust (Take this shit bitch)
I wear a sombrero when I bust nut (Arriva!)
Dance around the bed then prepare to just got to sleep
Tell the bitch hush or read me a story
But still (Shut up) keep it shut
I only take naps
Wake up then maybe harass your dad
Tell him his bitch just bit my dick
Then show him where at (Ayo look what she did to me)
I do it because he looks stupid when he gets all mad (haha)
I've been Infininte the minute I came in the game (Yeah)
And I ain't quittin'
Not finished 'till I've diminished the fake (Yeah)
This mission's not impossible it's a cruise in the lake (Huh)
Get in my way
And visit the hospital with more than a bruise and a break
(Woah)
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Do it for the Gram
Just do it for the Gram
I do it for do it for do it for do it for do it for the Gram
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Just do it for the Gram
Just do it for the Gram
I do it for do it for do it for do it for do it for the Gram
The Wicked Rebellion hellions coming off the I-8
Bumping South Side Suicide all day
So if you bark you better hide because I got a migraine
Insane since the day that I came to this earth
Been a curse since my birth growing up was the worst
Putting in work for the turf
Gonna leave you lying 6 feet deep beneath the dirt
Got me running around the block going berserk
Switching lanes be like "Swerve"
I'm probably drunk as fuck so don't get on my nerves
Call me a piece of shit when really you're Amber Heards little turd
I'll flip you the bird, ain't you heard?
We should probably all be concerned with CERN
Because they got a hidden agenda down in Geneva
But most of you sheople are too blind to see 'em
They're going to label every one of us beneathers believers
God's children with their circumcised weeiners
I be that Cracker running up with the Beaner
Flow so sick you'll get left with a fever
Smoking reefer with the Reaper just Chimney Rock creepin'
Toe taggin' body bagging throwing hoes in the freezer
Pack a heater by my Peter got a nine millimeter
Slangin' dope to these fiends all stuck on the Ether
Sudafed tabs got me shaking the bottle
Chemistry class really taught me a lot though
I've been cooking up Crystal like there is no tomorrow
Do it for the Gram like I do it for a bong load, hoe
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Do it for the Gram
Just do it for the Gram
I do it for do it for do it for do it for do it for the Gram
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Poppin' pills, sippin' lean, got a bitch on my lap
Got no skills I'm a scheme all these bills fool my fans
Just do it for the Gram
Just do it for the Gram
I do it for do it for do it for do it for do it for the Gram
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Romero, Julian Efrain Villarruel, Kevin Gian Staton
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