Текст песни Grams - DrewIsABoss

Fuck nigga call him again
I need all of them grams
These niggas thought it was, man
This yo mans not my friend
Fuck nigga follow the gram
Or the snap if you can
Lets make a play like i planned
Shopped now all of them fans
Fuck nigga follow up man
I got all of these grams
We got the bubble guts man
Passing gas through the clan
Bitch we got more than runtz, man
Come and cop it i'm sayin'
And bitch i dont trade nuts for grams
Thats like backward hustling
And then i

Wake up, pick up line, ima come yo way i'm on mine
I don't want yo pen. bitch i roll up again,
I cop about a nine g quad from an old friend
Then i roll up again, then i roll up again
Then i hang up on that guy that aint tryna cop blowing my high
Head back to the land cook up some beats with the fam
Then i realize i'm fucking fried, excuse my french, but like pans
Then i take a fucking chance with my freedom god damn
Then i

Hit a lick with bro for at least 453 gs and uh
Hit niggas w blick
Tell them to run they shit, get on they knees and uh
Which get-rich-quick scheme is better than motherfuckin this
Niggas gota itch,
Niggas gota pitch ideas to make it out the motherfuckin sitch
Times get really real really quick! really? no shit!
I continue to bang loud hits. give a fuck i got window tents
I continue not to pick all willy nilly like yo fit
I continue to hang with my niggas. give a fuck about Willie Lynch
I'm just tryna live bruh. most livings don't have you living bruh
Yeah be a dog but don't let em bitch ya
I just try to switch it up they thinkin' they can predict ya
Hell naw, brain on some shit they can't depict ugh
I feel like i gota work harder than all of these niggas
I dont wanna be a working ass father working for some mister
I aim high, my dreams a little larger. hoping i don't miss
And then i fall asleep my body need to charge up.
Ugh and then i

Wake up, pick up line, ima come yo way i'm on mine
I don't want yo pen. bitch i roll up again,
Cop about a nine g quad from an old friend
Then i roll up again, then i roll up again
Then i hang up on that guy that aint tryna cop blowing my high
Head back to the land cook up some beats with the fam
Then i realize i'm fucking fried, excuse my french, but like pans
Then i take a fucking chance with my freedom god damn

Bitch watch out you cappin! nigga watch out you lacking
I just walked in fuck happenin', yea im late in fashion
Fuck a teacher call me sir. school these niggas surpass em
Cant be passive aggressive. bitch im aggressive with passion
I lost my mind but thats a no brainer
Normal day end up a come up. some zips in a container
She on my dick then she on his dick. we pass her we dont train her
Told me she dont know how to suck dick i guess ima have to... aye
Its all a joke. we all laugh at whats real in some manner
If you broke and you mad you should get green like banner
I just hope you dont make bad decisions like make bread to hand her
Cus when i stroke her shit she look back and say it might expand her
She like my steez, she like my steez cus im the beez neez hoe
Hows these b's knees though? nonstop she deep throat
Yea i had to see though. like a fucking peephole
But sadly she creep hoe, a radio head and a weirdo