Thats A Grape (Intro) ft. Malorie Lyrics

Remember days I went back to school

I done broke the rules

These niggas talk just about my clothes

Then they talk about my shoes these niggas don't know what to do

I had to break the news to em I ain't give a fuck

I just put that tool to em

Bust a nigga now he looking back that's a GRAPE!! BOW

Fuck you talking bout

You know I'm bout to make it shake

Put it in the pot watch me go on and make the cake

Put the 308's through these pussy niggas waist

I ain't tripping on no bitch I gotta get some bread I ain't hating on no niggas gotta get some bread Niggas tripping bout some bitches

But I love the bread

Whatxh you on nigga don't you see it's bout the bread

Bout the bread these niggas sped

I already know that these niggas dead

I'm counting dead Fuck you talking

bout these niggas red

But I'm on go lil nigga Hit you in your face

U know I keep these polls lil niggas

Matter of fact I remember days when I done stayed 10 toes

I wasn't tripping on no bitch and

I wasn't tripping on no hoes Mama told me what you want

I told her I want the better clothes

Matter of fact I had to sit back and understand Be humble you know you the one nigga

You gon' be the man I'm the biggest out this bitch and you know

I ain't playing She told me what you want baby I'm just not your man

I'm the biggest out this bitch baby

You know that I'm just saying

We all got hard times them hard times

But you know that I'ma keep on working

Money on mine I need it urgent

Play with my money

I leave it surging

Play you on G block Leave em in Hersey

I'm with the zoo I'm posting with Apes

Free 15 he bust out the gates

You play with my brother We leaving the states

Bihh B trip can't park where I stay

I keep a fully in the sound like a K But we posting

With them foolies and them call them niggas J's Yeah you know he go retired and might

just bust it if I say

Free all the real ones facing charges

Yeah they locked up in them

chains

Shawty ask me what I'm smoking

Bitch you know that I'm smoking him

I don't got

time for no mortality shit

You know I'm busting out the gym

B.I.G. he copping And you know

I'm not gon' cop from him Bust a nigga

Now he looking back That's a Grape

Fuck you talking bout

You know I'm bout to make it shake

Put it in the pot

Watch me go on and make the cake

Put the 308s through these pussy niggas waist This a real money music

I done told y'all that before

I'm coming with a whole roster of shit

Whole roster of niggas

Whole roster of bad bitches

The door to the entertainment is down

Oh it's not in my pocket

I think I dropped it on the street

I don't know where I dropped it off

Cause you lit the lights I don't give a damn

It disappeared