Granny Pies Lyrics

Look

Don't play with me like a six four

He 6 feet 'cause I'm ten toes

I'm the best with this pole

Period, menstrauls

We carry heat but yo men froze

Had twelve homies but ten fold

Ten shows make ten fold

Let it go to my kinfolk

New gold touch those

Bullet holes through your mental

Buddy young with a carbine

After school it was bar time

Tough life through the night time

Got my Rollie on that's the bright side

Man of the house from a soft kid

Can't live the life that my pops did

Only live for my pops kids

Got me pushin' white like a mosh pit

Growin' up with no options

Glowed up I got options

Stay real and take caution

I Stay ill and spit toxins

Told these boys I'll be getting rich hit the booth quick now I'm poppin

Old ex tryna hop down

I got no words like I'm Hopsin

Got my mind in the gutter

With my head in the clouds

I was born as a star

But I'm still lookin' down

Everybody got a code

But we still livin' lives

Like my ice heart froze

With a fire in my eyes

Everynight a new crisis

My og never liked it

I never cared I was servin' work passed 12 waiters on the Night Shift

Compare water who the brightest

Whole squad with the cool kicks put you in a hole Leonidas

One on one who could fight us

That's Nobody

Shorty bad but got no body

As a lad I had nobody

Approach me and Ion know buddy

Clip Full of mags aim at yo body

I ain't rollin with clip in hand

Ion gamble or play with lives

I got shooters when I drive

Coolin out the window like granny pies

Granny Pies

Everybody got a code still livin' lives

Granny Pies

Like my ice heart froze fire in my eyes

Money, money, money, money

All I ask for dummy

I see you laugh is it funny

I'm cold nose never runny

Put no lames in my section

Imma pro with the tech boy so I bet I don't need protection

We carry poles like elections

Speak of which you can say I sit

At the peek point like the P.O.T.U.S

Need a drink finna pour this

Boy Take a seat I'm the coldest

Yo homie rat then y'all rodents

Act fake it get real

The Rap Games scarecrow

I'm Outstanding in the field

That's all facts true story

We don't really need a cause

Yo whole gang gettin clapped back to back boy we call it an applause

Don't believe in me that's blasphemy

Buddies bleed and blast for me

Put ya homie on a shirt nonchalant that's a casual T