GRATAH Lyrics

Look at my wrist ice

The way that its frozen you might think its still in December

She tried to convince me huh

Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember

That lil nigga got killed graw

Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer

We runnin it up it up

Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber

Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy

Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie pow

I dont fuck with no random bitches I be choosy

But I still might fuck on your bitch she a groupy

I might just gon hit on your step sister

Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas

When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps

With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters

If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers

Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us

We done pull out the glata

Blow up his mata

Tell his sister bitch come take pictures lil bih

Xeroxity on the map lil nigga still runnin these bitches got asthma attacks

He tryna be me but he whack

I'll put ice on my wrist and my neck in the future thats facts

Lil nigga told me that he rap, he been runnin the streets

We pulled up now Goddatti is the main shit

24 It's all on my name see the label

Lil bitch gone know Dynasty runnin like royalty

Shoutout to all of them niggas be putting some work

Busting ass for that bag aint no playin bitch

Magic like rockets take off to the sky bitch

Money in love with that shit thats my main bitch

Movin too false ama pull up right where you sleep

Fuck with the gang make you wish that you never did

Niggas like demons gon eat you no tripple 6

When i call her baby you know that she hella thick

Steady watchin couple niggas they on to me

Fake ass lil bitches got two faces no loyalty

Put my family all in check you cant bother me

Deep in this shit you know Xerox a prodegy

Changin my flows bitch you might not remember

But Dead opps sending shivers to enemies

Shoutout to Grey he my brodie the blood in me

Fuckin touch him you get cut like some cabbage

No recipe bitch ama savage dont play with me

I stay focused to my bag my niggas is broke

But we gonna get rich newer prophesy

Look at my wrist

The way that its frozen you might think its still in December

She tried to convince me

Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember

That lil nigga got killed graw

Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer

We runnin it up it up

Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber

Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy

Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie

I dont fuck with no random bitches I be choosy

But I still might fuck on your bitch she a groupy

I might just gon hit on your step sister

Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas

When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps

With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters

If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers

Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us

We done pull out the glata

Blow up his mata

Tell his sister bitch come take pictures

Hola como estas shawty

Do you know that I smoked your mans

Sorry bitch I dont say sorry

Aint no Justin bieber in this jam

Since I was a youngin everybody hated me

So I aint surprised if a bitch nigga change on me

I do this for the family and for the Dynasty

Steady in the stu I be cooking the recipe

That means on a daily Im steady on rap shit

And I aint gone cap aint no day Ima stop this

I graduated with this flow aint no campus

I feel like im Ellis when he was in Campton

Bitch aint no reason for hating just step on the scene

And lets see how the fuck you gone handle it

Cause most of these niggas criticing on shit

When you tell them to do the same shit they cant manage it

So ima do me if a nigga got a problem with that

Better show up and then we gone battle it

My bars is on top of your head gotta read through the scriptures

To understand all of my parables

Competition is a mismatch niggas

Cant get that call me a killer the way I body instrumentals

If a nigga try to get back choppa goes click clack dispatch

Send a pussy nigga to the devil

Lil shawty say im freaky the way

That I hit destroy and kill cat she call me curiosity no rover

Overflown with these flows so I spit like im sick in the head

Thats why your little bitch to give me mental

These niggas be killing each other with guns on a daily

Like theyre staging a fucking movie

Its funny how niggas be yapping about mental health

When its time to act they cannot do it

The people want money and they will do anything for it

Regardless of whatever happens

If you think im wrong better check out the internet reassess

And reattest my information i aint capping

Afraid that if I say too much its gonna be the end of me

Cause I know its many niggas aint happy with my heresy

Dc the don with this shit aint no melody

Get out my way if you aint been a friend of me yeah

Im living so good I can never complain

Its the bag that im chasing I dont need the fame

And ive been with my fam through the sun and the rain

So be careful when u try to speak on their names

Ayy latetely been thinkin bout money am chasing

These niggas keep talkin but fuck what they saying

Keep watchin the game from the windows just cappin

When put in the game they gone fumble from rappin

Fuck the industry you know how we comming

Got plenty shit on me lil boy we be poppin

My music fire shawty think am a dragon

We get to the throne like some demons in action

Look at my wrist

The way that its frozen you might think its still in December

She tried to convince me

Told her come over and give me brain cause I cannot remember

That lil nigga got killed graw

Hot bullets gone bake on his liver you might think its summer

We runnin it up it up

Pretty bitch wanna hop in my whip told her no get a uber

Most of these niggas be hating but they all be pussy

Shoot them like documentaries aint no movie

I dont fuck with no random bitches I be choosy

But I still might fuck on your bitch she a groupy

I might just gon hit on your step sister

Scrappin bullets the fumble them dead niggas

When i spin on your block hatin niggas they opps

With the gang bitch you know that we hard hitters

If they talk shit we smoke them like rolled swishers

Do the dash in a foreign dont hang with us

We done pull out the glata

Blow up his mata

Tell his sister bitch come take pictures