Grapefruit lyrics

by

LPB Poody


[Verse 1: 1k Johnny]
b*tch, I be up before the sun, I feel like I popped a bean
She gon' f*ck a n*gga, heard we winnin', she might do the team
That boy ain't steppin', what he rap?, he rap 'bout what he seen
My clip full of hollows, when I pop ya, it's gon' clear the scene

[Hook: 1k Johnny]
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a di*k so Imma show you what it do
Maneuver through your sh*t, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a di*k so Imma show you what it do
Maneuver through your sh*t, ain't catchin' one, I want a few

[Verse 2: LPB Poody]
Poody on the beat, but I ain't talkin' make up
Talkin' out your mouth, yeah we'll f*ck your face up
Yeah my n*ggas, they so cut, they kinda like a razor
No Blac Youngsta, but my n*ggas they gon' try to shake sum
Move in silence all we know, I told that boy don't say none
Still in the hood with my hood on, rock it like I'm Treyvon
b*tch, you can't steal my flow, cause boy this sh*t here A1
Got so much love for my n*ggas, they been down since day 1
Hey look
Ballin' on you n*ggas, I done scored a triple-double
Jit done got a wall, so you know that you in trouble
I'm tryna make it out, I wanna blow just like a bubble
n*ggas hatin' on me, got em walkin' from the huttle
Beatin' up that pus*y, she so wet, I left a puddle
That's all that I can give her, you know I can never love her
I'm really bout my bread, and we gon' spread it like some butter
Gettin' cheese don't move me, I know you heard my brother
Snappin' on the beat, but when I talk I usually stutter
They don't care, cause they know I can't compare to others
Do it for my momma, got to get her out the gutter
Runnin' up a bag, now I'm walkin' with a duffle
Really 'bout my chips, no casino, I love them Ruffles
Playin' in the field, had to get it up off the muscle
Teach a boy the game, I can show you how to hustle
I'm too fly to f*ckin' fight, no, I ain't tryna tussle
[Hook: 1k Johnny]
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a di*k so Imma show you what it do
Maneuver through your sh*t, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a di*k so Imma show you what it do
Maneuver through your sh*t, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
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