Lyrics Meta - graves, bbno$

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Cash a Groupon and I’ll smash it 'til dawn, she probably thinks I’m a moron, ayy
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 shit, the wheels on me straight,
ayy ayy ayy ayy
Trapping so hard my grades just dropped, out here just giving no fucks, uh
Boujee ass bit with a brand new wrist, god damn that bit be a thick one, ayy
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, fuck you up easy it’s 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
Skrtting all around, 'cause I got a quarter pound, yeah, free shit for my whole
town, yeah
40 on my set, with the big names met, like fuck 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 fuck 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
Five times ten is ten times five, gosh darn, I’m good at math
Candid bars, with a xannie bar, oh lord, I spit the truth, bitch
Mama told me ball 'til you’re Kobe, man I love pierogies
Dripping in gold, yeah dripping so much, yeah whoops I made a pool, bitch
Grind 'til 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, 'cause 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, bitch
Skrtting so fast, don’t got much cash, fuck 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 dick 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