Off The Gram lyrics

[Hook: Piif Jones 2x]
Told you before I want everything
b*tch I don't owe you a damn thing
I ducked the room when the vans came
We up in the club sippin' champagne
I don't know nothin' 'bout handouts
I just pray I get my man out
They see me, they pullin' they cam out
I get your b*tch off the gram now

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I'm drinkin' lean at the steakhouse
Gorilla, I'm comin' in big now
Might take your b*tch on a date now
I'm sellin' work with a Paypal
I got a plug on the Snapchat
I hide my gun in my backpack
f*ckin' your b*tch in my dad hat
I made a hundred off trap rap
I'm in the cut with my thirty n*ggas
f*ckin' the club up with dirty n*ggas
Keep askin' for pictures, you thirsty n*gga
Remember when they never heard a n*gga
Stuck in the 'jects, a lil dirty n*gga
Now up at Neiman's I blow thirty n*gga
Above these groups, I think I'm Birdy n*gga
b*tches used to really curve a n*gga
[Hook: Piif Jones 2x]
Told you before I want everything
b*tch I don't owe you a damn thing
I ducked the room when the vans came
We up in the club sippin' champagne
I don't know nothin' 'bout handouts
I just pray I get my man out
They see me, they pullin' they cam out
I get your b*tch off the gram now

[Verse 2: Dave East]
First off, free my n*gga Dre Mack
Hard to make it where we stayed at
Queensbridge on a late night
Catch a n*gga slippin' we gon' take that
Creep you down, I couldn't take that
Wish I really could erase that
Now I'm gettin' it like the white people
They don't understand how I made that
I was taking off the top
Right up off them bags, points, I can shave that
Baby girl you need to shave that
Ain't no way that I'mma save that
In the spot sippin' Belby
Shout my n*gga Twelvyy, hit a n*gga ASAP
You ain't never heard a K clap
I been that n*gga since way back
[Hook: Piif Jones 2x]
Told you before I want everything
b*tch I don't owe you a damn thing
I ducked the room when the vans came
We up in the club sippin' champagne
I don't know nothin' 'bout handouts
I just pray I get my man out
They see me, they pullin' they cam out
I get your b*tch off the gram now

[Verse 3: Dave East]
I'm in Barney's, I'm in Bloomy's
n*ggas talkin' to me like they knew me
In the 90's I did Coogi
Meeting pornstars and coochie
Young fly n*gga like Luchi
My life savage like Boosie
You ain't doin' no actin' in my movie
My shooters rude, they unruly
YSL to the floor n*gga
f*cked your b*tch cause I was bored n*gga
Got a lot but I need more n*gga
They know my name up in the store n*gga
When I'm out they're takin' pictures
We don't leave no witness, money get the job done
If he got a plug, I'mma rob one
If he got a [?] I could buy some
[Hook: Piif Jones]
Told you before I want everything
b*tch I don't owe you a damn thing
I ducked the room when the vans came
We up in the club sippin' champagne
I don't know nothin' 'bout handouts
I just pray I get my man out
They see me, they pullin' they cam out
I get your b*tch off the gram now

[Outro: Dave East]
I get your b*tch off the gram now
They see me, they pullin' them...
They see me, they pullin' them...
I get your b*tch off the gram now
They see me, they pullin' them cams out
They see me, they pullin' them cams out
I get your b*tch off the gram now
Remember was giving them grams out
Pop, pop, ah, ah, ah