Grow Up Lyrics

Fuck, nah

I just be making my own beats on this shit

I just be doing my own shit

Fuck...

Made me happy as a bitch cause I know shit gon' work out bro

Oh my God bro...

Fuck!

Molly and water... mix it together

Run in yo' pockets... I'm buying whatever

I'm in the club... just sippin' whatever

No we ain't shooting flicks

But we shooting whatever

(No) He don't got no cash, he don't got no bread

XO that's my dog, swear we close to kin

I just been putting in work, cause I ain't gon' fumble this shit

She just went hit my DMs, like how did you fumble that bitch?

(How did you?)

Ay, popping the blue till she grow up

I put in work till I blow up

I ain't gon' check my DMs (nah!)

I cut her off cause she ho-up

You ain't been on shit!

I cut her off like hold-up!

Minute Maid dirty my Kola

You ain't in Ryot at all

I don't know you at all

I don't got no dogs

I'm gonna kick by myself, I'm in my endzone

I just did it all, now I wanna kill-it-all

I bet I hit front page when I finally end it a-all