Gramz Lyrics

Beat the block up

Bet I spin twice, like Larry Hoover

Lil' bitch tryin' to set me up

But I'm the set shooter

Bring that n**** out

Bet I pack his ass up, like some tuna

Ain't no hesitation with this choppa

On god I bet I do em'

Choppa run it back yea it raise flames (Ugh)

Panoramic roof, with a plain jane

I would fuck yo sis, but I don't want the same thing

Bitch I been that n****

Beast

That you can't tame

Got a chop get out the way

50 Mag got played it safe

Man back up, you ain't gang

Hit up J Lo watch the blueprint

I bet we make our way

She can't stay tho

Make sure she dip out before the time ain't safe

Geeked up

Track Hawk, widebody

I can't even tell you

Last time I tripped bout' a bitch (Ugh)

Off this gas, a pound or more

When I'm mad as shit, Shawdy jump on it

Geronimo

Jumpin on that shit, but I never miss

Call your best player , bring him up, bet I never miss

N**** lost his life cus he was flaggin', He just talkin' shit

Call up lil bro, no bro this ain't flag, but I'm gone drops some shit

I ain't lil bro, I got extended mags, I bet I drop a bitch

N**** don't think I'm gone pop,

So I'm gone bust one at his gramz

Want to do it, we can talk some real shit

I don't do the gram

You want to do it, we can talks some real shit

But I don't play it fair

Top floor, young n**** creepin'

Ima take it there (Ugh)

Mask on, mask on, mask on (Yea)

Ima balm some, hole in one, and one's (Yea)

All these boys my son, got my fire, got my gun (Yea)