Grandpa Flow ft. Lord Wayra Lyrics

I feel like this would be the perfect place to put a Bill Cosby sample

The pudding and the the yeah

Yo

Young grandpa dancing in a sea of land mines

With my tan lines visible to your grandmoms

Dukes

Guess I'm on some B.S. but P.S.

Pop a W just need to de-stress

On the E.S.

Drawn on the uniform

Mass shooting

But only because they sent a unit for him

Bias

Nastier than your dog's diet

I formerly cause riots

And casually act as if casualty wasn't caused by it

We with the business over here munchkin

Don't get your food chewed

Sunny blues moves I

Make you run them jewels

Who's hungry?

Ooh too funny I'm eating with chews food money

Dummy

Iron clad it's a bad science

These glass titans still clashing with mad giants

Iron out the issues until I'm flatlining

Crack me a Heineken

Just to make it easy to take my vitamins

Flinstones

Grandpapa Slim who really wanna spar with him

Ayy my nigga I need you to run that fade

You said who's army is me?

Chillin' on the porch with the four horse it's

Raining ordinance and coarse poor sportsmanship

Going door to door like before the internet

Pops on some other shit

Probably just for the fuck of it

I'll be lucky as shit if I see a hundred it's me

Damn this that grandpa shit this that walker with the tennis ball shit

This that denture shit

This all that shit that Memphis shit that old shit

Mane can't even smoke on probation that shit fucked up but shit we gon' go in

You know what I'm saying

Get off my lawn you stinkin' kids

You little shits you better

Get on somewhere motherfuckers

Always wanted a candy apple red Cadillac

We ain't similar I'm similar to Similac

I got the formuoli

In fact I feel like I'm the only one who do this

Ain't gotta prove this

Bringing my dreams to life call it lucid

If you step to me you get slapped stupid you cupid

I'm the game maker game shaker

Lane changer with the same taper

My words are smooth

These other rappers sound like sandpaper

And yeah I'm Trees but we are not of the same nature

And I earn my respects you should be in debt

Cut me a check a Memphis vet

No tech no ref no vest

Just bars and heart and soul

Collect my thoughts

Then I'm writing 'em down

I guess I let my light shine

Bitch I brighten the sound

And I don't wear a wolf but shit

I might frighten the town

Call me grandpa

But bitch it's granddaddy

I'm riding round the city with 'Ra in an Addy Caddy

And I ain't extra flashy

Crispy crunchy chicken meet me at the Mapco

Bust out that five

Ranch on the side

In robe and slides

Waist bag tech deck smash bros

Bitches get shine spiked

I must ask you a question

Do you reckon that second best is accepted?

I'll do this till I'm decrepit never second guessed it

Treezus

Get off my lawn you stinking kids

Yeah and it's the life that we live yeah

Ain't got no time left to give yeah

I'm eating brisket and ribs yeah

Time left to give yeah

Uh I'm eating brisket and ribs yeah

Wayra

Sire's penance and prior writtens

Die as a nihilistic

Baron of the aisles I

Wrote this script in a limestone tablet

Wayra