Rover (Grape Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Paper Route Empire
Get shot in your face, come with that plan
b*tch I'm big grape, throw a T with my hands
Send holograms, I don't touch pots and pans
Too many racks in my pockets, can't dance
Thousand dollar shades when a n*gga glance
This is designer, you lil n*ggas playin'
Buy my kid Gucci to go out and play in
Post on the block with a sack and a plan
Yeah, haha
Paper Route Business, Paper Route Fizzle
Big grape (crip)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Ridin' in the motherf*ckin' Chevy
Two ghetto b*tches, they too messy
High school, I was smokin' reggie
Now I'm pumpin' strong, I'm bench pressin' (that's on my grandma)
Never leave the house without my weapon
Run off on the plug, he gotta catch me (gone)
'Cause you got a strap, that sh*t don't scare me (pus*y)
p*ssin' on these b*tches like R. Kelly (that's on my grandma)
[Verse 1]
b*tch I'm too cold like the flu
b*tch I'm a dog Scooby Doo
Box Chevy, cut off the roof
Take a lil b*tch, get her loose
b*tch I'm big grape like the crew
Pass me the ball, watch it shoot
I got three b*tches like Luke
The blunt is gettin' too loose
Ridin' in the motherf*ckin' old thing
Play call my phone for the whole thing
n*gga speak my name and lost his whole brain
Me and Moochy Grape, we bang the same thing (that's on my mama)

[Chorus]
Ridin' in the motherf*ckin' Chevy
Two ghetto b*tches, they too messy
High school, I was smokin' reggie
Now I'm pumpin' strong, I'm bench pressin' (that's on my grandma)
Never leave the house without my weapon
Run off on the plug, he gotta catch me (gone)
'Cause you got a strap, that sh*t don't scare me (pus*y)
p*ssin' on these b*tches like R. Kelly (that's on my grandma)

[Verse 2]
Me and OG in the Chevy
And that b*tch sittin' on them fours
Smokin' on zips, pourin' fours
Make the b*tch come out her clothes
She talk to her boy on the phone
Put that lil n*gga on hold
Gelato, it stain my cologne
I leave the house with my chrome
Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' trenches
All my f*ckin' Glocks got extensions
Bad b*tch head game ridiculous
b*tch I'm big grape, did I mention (that's on my grandma)
[Chorus]
Ridin' in the motherf*ckin' Chevy
Two ghetto b*tches, they too messy
High school, I was smokin' reggie
Now I'm pumpin' strong, I'm bench pressin' (that's on my grandma)
Never leave the house without my weapon
Run off on the plug, he gotta catch me (gone)
'Cause you got a strap, that sh*t don't scare me (pus*y)
p*ssin' on these b*tches like R. Kelly (that's on my grandma)