Текст песни Grandparents - Lil Keed

Yeah, I'm bangin' red, but my beat came from Bloublood
You know what I'm sayin'?

I ain't sparin' none of these people
I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this hoe suck the drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
Outside white, but the inside cranberry (hey)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (hey)
I ain't doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame

Presidential Rollie, man, I had to rock it plain
Yeah, I went Panamera roof on the whip
To make sure I see the stars in the rain
You can do what you do, but you know you can't tame me
It get aired out broad day, but you know they ain't tellin' names, man
Yeah, when the pressure on, send them young niggas chop it down every day, man

I wan' see somebody head on the curtain
I wan' see somebody dead in they vert
Hit the Aventador with them 7.62s, can't go nowhere
Yeah, please stop playin' with Keed, just know that I go there
I seen a lot of shit niggas ain't never seen, they'll never go there

You can fuck my baby mama, I ain't trippin', I never put a ring on her
Yeah, when I take off and depart, I'm goin' where my dreams at, yeah
I never speak on what I know, nigga, 'cause I'm real, yeah, yeah
Yeah, all-gold Bentley truck, never drive the army Range, no

I ain't sparin' none of these people
I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this hoe suck the drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
Outside white, but the inside cranberry (hey)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (hey)
I ain't doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame

Hell yeah, yeah, when I pull up in the building
I got rings in my nose, I got rings in my face
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, the spider web talkin'
Yeah, I know that I'm straight, yeah, I know that I'm great
Hell yeah, yeah, when I get the meals in
Yeah, I'm scrapin' on the side, yeah, I'm scrapin' off the plate
Gotta stay good with it
Gotta put the bands on my mama so she good livin'

Leave a nigga dead, shoulda, woulda, but I could do it
I tend to boss up when it's time for it, man, I gotta win a prize
Gotta go get it for her baby then gotta make sure that I grind
I never lost, gotta see what goin' on, gotta see these numbers climb
Gotta keep a hundred-fifty on me, gotta keep a couple dimes

I put the lights out when it's night time, okay
Yeah, I'm determined, got ambition on me, tryna make a way
Think a nigga slippin', I'll go'n get to trippin', go 'head, get a case
Ride with F&N's, Dracos, and AKs

I ain't sparin' none of these people
I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this hoe suck the drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
Outside white, but the inside cranberry (hey)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (hey)
I ain't doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame