Dammit granddad (feat. Chicken P)
Dr. John the Dreamer
Dammit, grandad
Dammit, grandad
Like Uncle Ruckus with the hunkies, man, I hate niggas
Riley is a bitch, with your grandad, bitch, I stay with her
Carmiana Freeman in the birds, bitch, I stay in her
Mashing in the track, fuck a Benz, this a big Beamer
Nigga blind as fuck to the money, call him Stink Meaner
Chilling in the trenches with my bros, just we like Eddie Rummy
If I catch a casting, I'ma beat it, I call Tom Tony
Nigga steady asking for the pussy, I ain't got it on me
Nigga sneak dicking on the low, call him Gangsta Licious
Chilling out the roof bumping Yana like I'm Thug Nippin'
Bitches steady looking for the left, but this right is vicious
Fuck around and rock a slick back, call me Yana Pimpin'
Big Yana back on bullshit, call me Yana Pimpin'
Dammit, grandad
Bitch, I'm in the loft smoking woods with the Persian Rugs
Fuck around and grab the fucking right off in the fucking Bug
Put me on the beat, I piss on it like I'm R. Kelly
Dammit, grandad
Demons getting hot up in this bitch, where the fuck is Nelly?
I see why he killed his fucking friends, free my nigga Melly
Dammit, grandad
Hundred bucks stacked up on the island, got the kitchen smelling
20 thousand, ten freaky girls, I got them in the telly
Hmm, damn grandad, Jewel has been, go talk about that shit I been had
Play with you, turn this bitch to Baghdad, I'm Ben Laden
Hit the corner, I know you hear this bitch dragging
Got a big bag, little boy, I'm rich as fuck
In the mirror, 200,000, I'm flicking up
Tuck 250 grams and I blend them up
I pour the deuce in a soda can, I'm barely standing up
Mm, I rub up and I just, whew, be, banded up
200 on my dash, I'm in the engine standing up
If I can't get the head, then baby, I ain't gon' even up
Just do what daddy say, my baby, I'ma T you up
That pussy waiting from the back, I slam my beater up
Go through her phone and see her texting, you gon' beat her up
I done took off on these niggas, they too busy keeping up
Get a check for 200, spend a dollar, keep a buck
She like, damn, grandad, all this money, all this fuck
This the paper I been having, playing with the wrong one
That shit'll get you killed fast (damn it, grandad)
Dammit, grandad
Dammit, grandad
Like Uncle Ruckus with the hunkies, man, I hate niggas
Riley is a bitch, with your grandad, bitch, I stay with her
Carmiana Freeman in the birds, bitch, I stay in her
Mashing in the track, fuck a Benz, this a big Beamer
Nigga blind as fuck to the money, call him Stink Meaner
Chilling in the trenches with my bros, just we like Eddie Rummy
If I catch a casting, I'ma beat it, I call Tom Tony
Nigga steady asking for the pussy, I ain't got it on me
Nigga sneak dicking on the low, call him Gangsta Licious
Chilling out the roof bumping Yana like I'm Thug Nippin'
Bitches steady looking for the left, but this right is vicious
Fuck around and rock a slick back, call me Yana Pimpin'
Big Yana back on bullshit, call me Yana Pimpin'
Dammit, grandad
Bitch, I'm in the loft smoking woods with the Persian Rugs
Fuck around and grab the fucking right off in the fucking Bug
Put me on the beat, I piss on it like I'm R. Kelly
Dammit, grandad
Demons getting hot up in this bitch, where the fuck is Nelly?
I see why he killed his fucking friends, free my nigga Melly
Dammit, grandad
Hundred bucks stacked up on the island, got the kitchen smelling
20 thousand, ten freaky girls, I got them in the telly
Hmm, damn grandad, Jewel has been, go talk about that shit I been had
Play with you, turn this bitch to Baghdad, I'm Ben Laden
Hit the corner, I know you hear this bitch dragging
Got a big bag, little boy, I'm rich as fuck
In the mirror, 200,000, I'm flicking up
Tuck 250 grams and I blend them up
I pour the deuce in a soda can, I'm barely standing up
Mm, I rub up and I just, whew, be, banded up
200 on my dash, I'm in the engine standing up
If I can't get the head, then baby, I ain't gon' even up
Just do what daddy say, my baby, I'ma T you up
That pussy waiting from the back, I slam my beater up
Go through her phone and see her texting, you gon' beat her up
I done took off on these niggas, they too busy keeping up
Get a check for 200, spend a dollar, keep a buck
She like, damn, grandad, all this money, all this fuck
This the paper I been having, playing with the wrong one
That shit'll get you killed fast (damn it, grandad)
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Writer(s): Rahkeib Smith, Yonaa
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