Grams lyrics

[Hook]
Grams [x6]
Weigh it up, We push and sell it
Grams [x6]
You know that I gotta buncha
Grams [x6]
b*tches love a n*gga with the
Grams [x6]
Hit my plug [?]

[Verse 1]
Smoking grape b*tch
To the face b*tch
Northern lights
That’s that bay sh*t
Rolling loud
My weed is bass b*tch
You try to rob my pack you’ll get a face lift
Might have to light you up
You’ll get erased b*tch
Thrown in a lake quick
I do not play b*tch
I’ve been a bad piece of sh*t since the playpen
Been knocked three times but I ain’t say sh*t
Lost it all took it back to the basics
Married with the Molly then my main chicks
You can't have them full price
Let’s talk rates b*tch
I got that grape sh*t never pushing fake sh*t
First place for the money I be chasing
I’m real persistent on it like we Jason
My crew is real thick plus we plugged like Masons
I got that Will Smith [?] like Uncle Phil b*tch
[Hook]