Grandma Hate When I Be Outside ft. King Lyrics

All that, all that, all that, juice, juice

Who wanna bump with us

They claim they want that smoke ain't got they money up

Bullets hit em, have em some curled up

Just like a tummy tuck and we bully killers

Don't go back and forth, this shit straight war with us

Don't sneak diss on the net, we spin your block, you know what's up with us

We gon' hop out with them switches, have em dancing like he diddy

I don't want your bitch, I seen that ho shake ass around the city

We in your city lit and taking pics, them hoes, they wanna get with us

Might just drop the lo', you want that smoke, then come on bro, get with us

See that flash right in your eyes, don't try to hide, come take your picture

She was eyeing me, I might just flick, she's smiling at this glitter

And hit that hoe in like three months, she on my line, want me to get her

Girl, I'm too deep in that pape, you wait in line, I might get with ya

I hate when Walt deep on my mind, can't go outside, I get the trippin

Mix the lick right with that perc, can't go outside, I get the blippin

Lil bro stay up in that trap, covered in powder like some chicken

Tell the opps don't slide down guyer drop that pin, you might get missin

Grandma hate when I be outside, she know I'm wylin' with my niggas

Throwin' signs and wavin' flags, I know the feds be takin' pictures

We doin' it for the opps, I can't believe they say they miss us

There's switches on all these bitches, that's the reason they keep they distance

I'm poppin' out hearing demons in my head, they sayin' get em

Let lil broski hold the scope, I can't believe he said he missed him

Was dissin' me on the gram, get in person, I see he bitchin

Was dissin' me on the gram, get in person, I see he bitchin

Juice