Couple Grams lyrics

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah
Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah
Need my racks like I'm Uncle Sam
Smokin' out the pack, roll up a couple grams, woah
[?] ran off like God damn, woah
Shawty bad, ain't hard to profit, fam woah
Drinkin' Ac', nod off like like God damn, woah
Don't get mad that she know who I am

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
I just took a thot to the spot, damn
f*ck her 'til she tired, make it hot, damn
Whippin' my wrist in the pot, damn
These n*ggas missed, yeah, the shot jammed
I couldn't miss, I got 'em p*ssed, ball like a swish, yeah
She clean the dishes, yeah, that's my b*tch
I give her hits, I don't wanna kiss
I get them bands, I don't care what I spent
[?] then I hop in the Benz
f*ck up my plays and a n*gga get spinned
Pop [?] and I'm feelin' like [?]
Spent ten on the VV's on your big dawg
Might buy the [?] double C's, I'm a big dawg
And you know why your ho want me, I'm a big dawg
Smoke exotic, not no OG, need a big dawg
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah
Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah
Need my racks like I'm Uncle Sam
Smokin' out the pack, roll up a couple grams, woah
[?] ran off like God damn, woah
Shawty bad, ain't hard to profit, fam woah
Drinkin' Ac', nod off like like God damn, woah
Don't get mad that she know who I am

[Verse 2: 24Hrs]
Smokin' on LA pack, this Virgil Louis
Take it off, yeah, where I stay
All the stripper girls wanna be caked
She been on my di*k, I promise we gon' link up
Money counter, money counter, Brinks truck
Extendos sittin' on the dresser
Still got the pack, it's pressure
She wanna smoke on this rapper weed
These b*tches really be after me
Take risks, Jambo, yeah
This a Lambo', yeah
Two cups poured up, that' won't slow me down, yeah
Big black trucks, if it's up then it's stuck
b*tches out there just tryna get on
Just a fat fly n*gga that be puttin' that sh*t on
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah
Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah
Need my racks like I'm Uncle Sam
Smokin' out the pack, roll up a couple grams, woah
[?] ran off like God damn, woah
Shawty bad, ain't hard to profit, fam woah
Drinkin' Ac', nod off like like God damn, woah
Don't get mad that she know who I am