Gram Man lyrics

[Intro]
Танк, и звезда, и шан— (Ooh, Sav killed it)
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—

[Chorus]
If my n*gga run off with your sh*t, that sh*t long gone
Up a blick on a f*ck n*gga, tell him, "Go'n on"
I ain't send them b*tches through the mail, I drove them b*tches home
I hate when I fall asleep off drank, she goin' through my phone
I know my lil' bro gon' slide for me, he my backbone
Hell nah, you can't be YSR, you did the app wrong
In these big-ass big Bs, you get stepped on
Bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone

[Verse]
Lil' bro just snaked a n*gga sale, now— alright
Lil' bro just snaked a n*gga sale, now his sale gone
If you don't do sh*t around that n*gga, what he gon' tell on?
Spendin' money talkin' to my n*ggas on a jail phone
Told Drivеway, when he get out, I'ma pick him up
Dog tryna tax mе for them 'bows, I'ma stick him up
I fell off and looked at my son, I gotta get it up
If you ain't get that sh*t out the mud, you ain't sh*t like us
If you ain't get that bag from YSR, it don't smoke like this
I know a n*gga fightin' dog with dog, he just like Vick
100K for a mixtape, I'm finna talk my sh*t
Dog keep speakin' on my mans, I'm finna send a blitz
Johnny said his wrist game cold, he can make a brick
I know I look like one, but I ain't a lick
I'm the type of n*gga troll a n*gga like I'm 50 Cent
My white boy got 'bows like Rick, but he not gon' snitch
I swear to God, I got a thousand ways to get rich
Like a f*ckin' weedhead, I gotta get 'em zipped
Outta town lookin' for the 'bows, I gotta get 'em shipped
Bro said he f*ckin' with the banks, he gotta get me hip
Come f*ck with YSR, I can get you hip
Come f*ck with YSR, I can get you rich
Yung Sak Runner, gettin' money, n*ggas ain't on sh*t
Yung Sak Runner, put it on, that n*gga fresh as sh*t
[Chorus]
If my n*gga run off with your sh*t, that sh*t long gone
Up a blick on a f*ck n*gga, tell him, "Go'n on"
I ain't send them b*tches through the mail, I drove them b*tches home
I hate when I fall asleep off drank, she goin' through my phone
I know my lil' bro gon' slide for me, he my backbone
Hell nah, you can't be YSR, you did the app wrong
In these big-ass big Bs, you get stepped on
Bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone

[Outro]
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—
Танк, и звезда, и шан—