Grammys lyrics

[Intro]
(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy

[Verse]
They say I look just like my mama but I act just like my daddy
Yup, I'm straight out the trap, I figured out how to live lavish (Yeah)
All these b*tches love me, most of these n*ggas can't stand me
Real trapper, slash rapper, n*gga, yup, I been had GRAMMYs (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Uh, trappin' 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, they addin' up, the opps like, "Man, he ain't lettin' up"
Bad lil' b*tch with a natural bust, said she wanna f*ck me in the back of my truck
But I told her, "I don't pay to f*ck"
I don't even love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, n*gga, try your luck (What?)
Uh, diamonds on me, sayin', "Knuck if you buck"
Uh, baguette, AP, hockey puck (Ice)
I told these n*ggas, "I don't give no f*cks" (Uh-uh)
I told these b*tches, I don't give two f*cks" (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
And I don’t trust nobody but my guts (My guts)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, floatin' in my guts (Yeah)
Fell in love with codeine, so I poured the sh*t up in the crush (Phew, phew, yeah)
Tired of n*ggas actin' like they know me, yeah, they know what's up (What's up?)
And I ain't really with that sneak dissin', n*ggas know what's up (Yeah)
They say I look just like my mama and I act just like my daddy (Glizock)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin' to somethin', they think a n*gga know magic (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, f*ck around, pull out a rabbit
They say I look just like my mama and I act just like my daddy (Yeah)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet (Yeah)
And I turn nothin' to somethin', they think a n*gga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, f*ck around, pull out a rabbit
Once you get it, then you double it and keep stackin' (Yeah)
I really know some n*ggas, they made millions off of packages (Yeah)
These n*ggas stealin' drip and yeah, I think I'm finna patent it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ten chains, ten whips, they say I'm on that rapper sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I used to make plays on top of plays, paid menace sh*t
I'm self-made, counterfeit-ass n*ggas, I can't hang with them (Uh-uh)
Throwin' shade, gang-gang, ain't gon' let you get away with it (Uh-uh)
Throwin' shade 'bout a b*tch, these n*ggas wearing capes and sh*t
Yeah, I can't save no b*tch (What?), I can't save no ho
Yeah, I get paid my n*gga (Yeah), don’t pay attention to no ho
Yeah, I just made a M (Yeah), tryna make it again, times fo'
And they like, "What's up with him?" (What's up?) b*tch, you already know (Yeah)
I hustle like my mama but I'm gangster like my daddy (Yeah)
I ran that money up and now it's bustin' through the attic (Phew, phew, yeah)
Yeah, now a n*gga up, yeah, b*tch, I'm up, never took a Addy (Uh-uh)
Yeah, trappin' ass, rappin' ass, n*gga, been had GRAMMYs
[Outro]
G-GRAMMYs
Been had GRAMMYs (Yeah, yeah)
Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, n*gga, been had GRAMMYs
Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, n*gga, ayy, uh