Granite Lyrics

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Bitches gon' flock when I walk in the club

Know the bartender, she pouring me up

Me and my niggas, we sparking it up

You are not me so stop calling my bluff

All you lil niggas, ya far from a thug

She tryna hang but I'm just tryna fuck

I want the head, I ain't ask for a hug

Smoking that

My doctor the plug

Vegetable packing when I roll it up

Get in the back, you are not one of us

I get the racks, yeah I'm counting it up

Whenever I'm rapping, do not interrupt

We 'bout to meet in the back of the cut

I put my meat in the back of her gut

Stuck in some traffic, I'm swerving to cut

Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt

Walk in with nothing and sell out the shop

LiL in the house, I be having it locked

All of my haters get mad when I drop

But they wouldn't dare tell a nigga to stop

First, I dropped ROOF and I'm still on the top

She tryna Yeah, but I just want the top

Candles and petals, she on countertops

Posted the picture, but she getting cropped

Fans piling up on the side of the stage

And they screaming my name

Not by myself, got my team in my name

High as a shelf, I can't see anything

Hop in the whip and we bumping that unreleased music when me and my bro hit the road

Greenlight and go

LA to Atlanta

Ain't talking cameras when I say my shooters gon' shoot

Been a rockstar since like 2002

Been in the game, know what mula can do

Niggas pay millions to move how I move

I'm so sick with it, got the flu

I'm gon' limp with it when I move

I dare a lint licker make a move

Walk in the club, leave the bitches like ooh (ooh ooh ooh)

Bitches gon' flock when I walk in the club

Know the bartender, she pouring me up

Me and my niggas, we sparking it up

You are not me so stop calling my bluff

All you lil niggas, ya far from a thug

She tryna hang but I'm just tryna fuck

I want the head, I ain't ask for a hug

Smoking that

My doctor the plug

Vegetable packing when I roll it up

Get in the back, you are not one of us

I get the racks, yeah I'm counting it up

Whenever I'm rapping, do not interrupt

We 'bout to meet in the back of the cut

I put my meat in the back of her gut

Stuck in some traffic, I'm swerving to cut

Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt

Puffing on ganja, go straight to my head

I don't remember the last thing I said

Nigga so high that he can't feel his legs

Holding his chest like he stand for the pledge

She bring her friend, now it's sugar and spice

Refill the double cup, colorful ice

Hang with the gang and we living that life

Four car race in the middle of the night

Gang gang hanging out the sunroof dancing

Zooming, ran up on someone's mansion

Dimes calling, hang up, so romantic

Getting so high that I'm not on the planet

Money so big that you can't rubberband it

I'm living rich, but you won't understand it

I'm blowing up like a carnival cannon

I'm Lock forever, I'll carve it in granite

Bitches gon' flock when I walk in the club

Know the bartender, she pouring me up

Me and my niggas, we sparking it up

You are not me so stop calling my bluff

All you lil niggas, ya far from a thug

She tryna hang but I'm just tryna fuck

I want the head, I ain't ask for a hug

Smoking that

My doctor the plug

Vegetable packing when I roll it up

Get in the back, you are not one of us

I get the racks, yeah I'm counting it up

Whenever I'm rapping, do not interrupt

We 'bout to meet in the back of the cut

I put my meat in the back of her gut

Stuck in some traffic, I'm swerving to cut

Baddie in passenger, curve in her butt