Gainst The Grain ft. AV Lyrics

Look

If you and Brody got some issues, we got problems then

Right now me and P in Prada sneaks like it's 2010

I be breakin' bread off with the fam every time I can

Youngins be like Fergy, got them bands, shidd he gotta scam

I go gainst the grain, boy,

Fired up like a saiyan, Fuck you saying?

Don't get slain, boy

Alexander Wang, Helmut Lang,

Make that claim, boy

Fuck bout what you claim, what's yo name?

It don't ring, boy,

Came up hoppin' trains, How they let me hop a plane boy?

Shit, hopped right into that booth

Ask round, I been had the juice

Hit him up like Pac, that steal in my boot

Bad hoes got hit on my roof

Gotta 33 floors, might kill off the views

Got sauce, she feelin' the vibes

Said she got a man, but we ain't alike

Guess he aint drippin' and splashin

See my money stackin', ran up the biz

Law of attraction, get what you give,

They all want a fraction, but what they did?

Steady attackin, been on some shit

That they never seen and cannot forget

Can't do the cap'n! You see me actin?

We shooting scenes for "Streets ain't it"

Niggas don't want no static

Brody'll pass me the stick, Ima match it

Roll me another blunt, got another one rolled up a tucked

Triple seven and they pushin' they luck

Me and Fergy in the booth,

Speakin' the truth

Been on my job,

Cause I ain't postin', don't mean I ain't drippin

Girl of your dreams, she give me the business

Been on my hit list,

I'm shooting her naked, Ain't takin' pictures,

Feelin' the flashes

I'm finna get it, the Lord is my witness

I'm from the top of the town, know it's up

Hearin' the beamer exhaust or the gun

They are not from this side, just look at 'em run!

Ain't no bragging,

Billionaire Basement, Mackin' with dragons,

Plottin' the world domination, Uh

Gotta be patient and make it, Uh

I see the shot, I'ma take it

Hit it like Curry,

'Tumbo can't block my blessings

AV is known to keep him two weapons

One for the range, huh, whoa

Other gon' hit your face

Breakin' these niggas down like the weed I've been chiefin

They gon' copy from the AM to PM

Posted wifey, why your bae' in my dm

She heard a track and let me wear out her leave-in

Niggas mad, so I gave 'em a reason

Ran up the cheddar

Shit be tact, gotta ride with barrettes

Just in case shit go down like the weather

Gotta see the third week of September, uh

For real, uh