- Graves meta 歌詞
- Graves
- Cash a Groupon and I'll smash it till dawn, she probably thinks I'm a moron, aye
Rip a girl's thong but I put it back on 'cause it smell like prawn with aurums
Whipping in a brick , ain't really moving *t, the wheels on me straight, aye aye aye aye
Trapping so hard my grades just dropped, out here just giving no s, uh
Boujee ass bit with a brand new wrist, god damn that bit be a thick one, aye
Brand new whip, with a brand new fit, and a brand new clip in my stick, yeah
Wrist be a kilo, got it on the down low, you up easy its a free throw, yeah
Hundred gram blunt, yeah course I gotta stunt, yeah, over here flexing with ya mom, what
Whipping so fast, like baby slow down, nah boy, you stunt like a clown , yeah
Skurtting all around, 'cause I got a quarter pound, yeah, free *t for my whole town, yeah
40 on my set, with the big names met, like that, sipping on tech, yeah
Turnt ass set, where I broke my back, yeah, gotta stay hard on trap, yeah
Pop a Tic-Tac, yeah your crack, yeah course I'm puffin on green, yeah
Ain' t that mean, got a brand new team, and I'm vaped up to my jeans, yeah
5 times ten, is ten times 5, gosh darn, I'm good at math
Candid bars, with a xannie bar, oh lord, I spit the truth, B
Mama told me ball till your Kobe, man I love pierogies
Dripping in gold, yeah dripping so much, yeah whoops I made a pool, *
Grind till I die, yeah I'm really so fly, I'm out here looking like a plane, yeah
Shop for the ice, I'm blind like mice, yeah, cuz she thinking I'm hot, yeah
Scrapping the pot, whipping the brick, mama told me not to go hit a lick
Grind everyday, cop me on rollie, saucing on you like I'm alfredo penne
Man it's so lit, drank all of it, soon as the bill comes I gotta go ditch
Flex with my wrist, check on the time, dunno if I got the time for a dime, tch
Skurtting so fast, don't got much cash, up the gold, yeah I'm into the brass
Broke out the cast, got you on blast, your girl's in my bed and she's showing the ass
Flooring the gas, passing the gas, Newton said that I am more than the mass
Skipping the class, chasing the grass, let me get my paper, need to relax
Copping the dons, rocking the toms, course I'm so high, I just hit up a bong
Wonning the tons, magic like johns, spun out the game like it's wheel of fortune
P to the kan, jovi to bon, my the same size as a BBC dong
Calling my mom with lean in my scone, had to tell her that I'm trapping so strong
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