#GRWM Lyrics

Baby, how you doing, yeah?

When I pull up, SRT, man it's vroomin' yeah

Go skrrt, that's the sound of the melody

Yeah we got some chemistry, Yung Frendi the #MVP

Told her, get right with me, I can't find my blicky

I told Jale hold my sticky, these Rick Owens not no Dickies

Making promises, you can't keep, oou she look so fancy

We can go and kick it, in the backseat or

Do you love me, baby, yeah you got a choice

VLM the band, we like the Backstreet Boys

Ain't making no money, boy you make no noise

I'm guessing that's your choice

Pull up let's get started, the last train just departed

Red team, blue team, all I know is victory

Pop out, niggas envy me, who tf they tryna be?

Been getting racks since like 16, pass the ball, nigga check up

Choppa dancing like it's Step Up, too late, you gotta catch up

Helmut Lang, what I dress up, stay down, keep your head up

Still rocking all the same clothes, still talking to the same hoes

Man it's art, what I compose, sayonara nigga, case closed

I just want my ring, MVP, shoot shit like Kyrie

We gon watch you bleed, what you need? Thought I told you"leave"

Said she from the Bay, told that girl to come my way

Running, and running, and running in circles

Broke up, that's some treason, she like Yung Frendi baby you my 13th reason

And the cuts on me, still bleeding..yeah we got some chemistry, Frendi still the MVP

Told her, get right with me, I can't find my blicky

I told Jalen hold my sticky, these Rick Owens not no Dickies

Making promises, you can't keep, oou she look so fancy

We can go and kick it, in the backseat or

Do you love me, baby, yeah you got a choice

VLM the band, we like the Backstreet Boys

Ain't making no money, boy you make no noise

I'm guessing that's your choice