Grandma's Crib Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey,

I'm tryna hotbox my grandma crib

I'm tryna feel some smoke in my ribs

Diamonds go tarded, I'm callin' them lib

She eat me up and I offered a bib

You are the type to go spread a fib

You need to get your life together

Wear Montclair, all type of weather

New seats, they white and leather

Never cared bout you whatsoever, uh

Gotta be geeked to enter

Heart so cold, I was born in December

Shit, it kinda makes sense

I'm in the back smokin' backwoods these some big blunts, I'm feelin' bent and blessed

Yeah, I'm feelin' bent and blessed, cart cowboy in a wild west

Okay, all his percs are pressed, I know he feel fent in his chest

Please put that shit down for the best, Your whole life gon' be a mess

Trust me, I can attest. My own mom was obsessed

I remember that day, When she gave me up

Tears all over my face, That shit fucked me up

Please don't be that person, For your future, don't be that person

For your kids, don't be that person. Trust me, I am certain

Realize you're not a burden. One day, you'll stop hurtin

Listen, I'm not just blurtin' It's your time, go and start workin

If you try, you'll get all that you wanted In one way or another

Like, go ask my brother Hey, hey, with the money he smother

Hey, hey, better take cover hey, Caleb got the K, he got the cutter

Yeah, the cutter, yeah, it paint you a color

Please don't play, gon' paint you another damn

I'm with my twin for the win coutin' cash while we in the summer damn

I know that cop undercover damn

He will not make me mutter damn

hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm tryna hotbox my grandma crib

I'm tryna feel some smoke in my ribs

Diamonds go tarded, I'm callin' them lib

She eat me up and I offered a bib

You are the type to go spread a fib

You need to get your life together

Wear Montclair, all type of weather

New seats, they white and leather

Never cared bout you whatsoever, uh

Gotta be geeked to enter

Heart so cold, I was born in December

Shit, it kinda makes sense

I'm in the back smokin' backwoods these some big blunts, I'm feelin' bent and blessed

Yeah, I'm feeling bent and blessed, cart cowboy in the wild west

In the wild west

At my grandma's crib

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

At my grandma's crib

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

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