Grammys E

Get the bag King Waka. Ayy. They say I look just like my mama, but I act just like my daddy. Yep, I'm straight up out the trap, I figure Out how to live lavish, yup. All these bitches love me, most of these niggas Can't stand me. Real trapper slash rapper, Nigga, yep, I been had Grammys. Trapping 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 now add it up. The opps like, "Man, he ain't letting up." Bad little bitch with a natural butt said she Wanna fuck me in the back of my truck. But I told her I don't pay it a Fuck. I don't even love you more than my Cup. Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck. Uh, diamonds on me saying, "Make a bucks." Bag yeah, AP hockey pucks. I told these niggas I don't give no fucks. I told these bitches I don't give two fucks. And I don't trust nobody but my guts. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Codeine floating in my cup. Fell in love with codeine so I pour this Shit up in a cup. Tired of niggas acting like they know me, yeah, They know what's up. And I ain't really with That sneak dissing, niggas know what's up. They say I look just like my mama and I act just like my daddy. I'm straight up out the trenches, but yeah, I Still keep that ratchet. And I turn nothing to Something, they think a nigga know magic. Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck Around, pull out a ratchet. They say I look just like my mama and I act just like my daddy. I'm straight up out the trenches, but yeah, I Still keep that ratchet. And I turn nothing to Something, they think a nigga know magic. Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck Around, pull out a ratchet. First you get it, then you double it, keep Stacking. I really know some niggas that make Millions off of packages. These niggas steady tripping, yeah, I think I'm Finna patent it. Ten chains, ten whips, They say I'm on that rapper shit. I used to make plays on top of plays, Pavement and shit. I'm self-made, counterfeit ass niggas, I can't hang with them. Throwing shade, gang, Gang, gonna let you get away with it. Throwing shade bout a bitch, these niggas wearing Cakes and shit. Yeah, I can't save no bitch. I can't save no hoe. Yeah, I get paid, my nigga. Don't pay attention to no hoe. Yeah, I just made a M, tryna make it Again, times four. They like, "What's up with him?" Bitch, you already know. Yeah, I hustle like my mama, but I'm gangster Like my daddy. I ran that money up and Now it's busting through the attic. Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah bitch I'm up, Never took a Addy. Yeah, I'm trapping ass, rapping ass nigga, Been had Grammys. Gra-Grammys. Been had Grammys. Trapping ass, rapping ass nigga, Been had Grammys. Trapping ass, rapping ass nigga, Ayy, mm. Get the bag King Waka.