Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Granny, artist - Bankroll Fresh. Date of issue: 05.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Granny |
| Granny came out like what the fuck going on |
| Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone |
| Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin' |
| in 2004 you know back then they were serving |
| Back then they were working |
| Nigga |
| Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard |
| T-Top foreign, buttons and all that. |
| You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at |
| Serving breakdown wanna be the man who serve flakes 'round |
| Used to want a 87' pro ham big brain super |
| Know I want my shit mount |
| Know them rubberband count it |
| Know your bitch on my dick |
| And you know I’m selling ounces |
| Used to ride 78, to take the shit to Stone Mountain |
| Now I’m a street executive with street money |
| Nigga and I count it |
| Oh you niggas looking bad |
| Oh you niggas looking mad |
| Super charge on them motherfucker |
| Cam, got this bitch fast |
| Young nigga just left the dealer |
| I’m talking about paper tags |
| I’m talking about straight cash |
| Where you flickas, that’s your bands |
| Nigga try to duck the van |
| Keep your eye on your man |
| The young nigga ridin' and wildin' |
| Murk your ass over Xans |
| Bought a Maybach out of Pro Tools |
| Before that it was no rules |
| First one with Panamera, treat that bitch like a old school |
| First I got them burglar bars, then I got my shit together |
| When we was on section 8, I feel like I’d pay rent forever |
| Started off with triple zeros then I got me some Ziplocs |
| We ain’t had no peep hole, open that bitch with a 6 shot |
| Pull up to the dealership, left that hit a tint shop |
| Left that and hit the jewelry store, left there with a wrist watch |
| Mama still watching Matlock, got the block on padlock |
| Used all my Gucci boxes, as motherfucking stash spots |
| What more can you ask for, 200 on the dashboard |
| Got a trap on fire, nigga, we was down a street from the airport |
| 100 grams in my nutsack, had to tuck it from 12 |
| Grinding on my Nextel, youngins slanging them bells |
| My uncle Joe the dope tester he heat the dope his fishscale |
| Back in the day I was rapping, the dope was shippin' through mail |
| 2004 clientele, I drank my packs on the daily |
| OG smelling like piss and mattress, 2 for 5 for sale |
| I put Fochinis on my bunion, it’s the key to my step |
| Ferragamo 'round my waist, I put handcuffs on myself |
| Fuck 12 pussy nigga, they can’t find out where the stash at |
| Hundred gas bag, in the Audi hatchback |
| I started grinding, ain’t got no where else to hide the cash at |
| Granny came home like what the fuck going on!?? |