Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grade A, artist - Hella Sketchy. Album song Hella Sketchy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cupid Soldiers
Song language: English
Grade A |
Ayy, sheesh |
Woo, woo |
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah |
Ghostrage |
Smokin' grade A, I’ve been floatin' in the sky |
Got it every day, we be gettin' so high |
Got my money long and I didn’t have to try |
Doubted in the past, now they wanna say hi |
Y’all be on that fuck shit, stay away, ayy |
What you make in a year takes me a day, woah |
Obvious to you, we gettin' paid, ayy |
Take a wrong step and you will get sprayed, ayy |
Too many hoes inside of my apartment, ayy |
Louis Vuitton on almost all my garments, yeah |
Me and MoneyMarr, we makin' hot shit |
That rock hard shit, yeah, we popstar shit |
And we poppin' shit if you were fuckin' our shit, yeah |
At the function, can’t function, woah |
Brain might have a malfunction, woah |
Off a Perc', man, your bitch blushin' |
Fuck with gang and you know we get to bustin', woah |
I can’t stand up, bitch, I’m leanin' |
In the Beamer, yeah, I’m beamin', yeah |
I just took your bitch for no reason |
Outside, I’m an angel but inside I’m a demon |
I just took your bitch for the weekend |
You kiss that bitch, then you kissin' on my semen |
Whenever you see me, I’m always geekin' |
Smokin' grade A, I’ve been floatin' in the sky |
Got it every day, we be gettin' so high |
Got my money long and I didn’t have to try |
Doubted in the past, now they wanna say hi |
Y’all be on that fuck shit, stay away, ayy |
What you make in a year takes me a day, woah |
Obvious to you, we gettin' paid, ayy |
Take a wrong step and you will get sprayed |
Opp playin' with my brothers then I’m whippin' out the K |
I been gettin' to the money, I don’t care 'bout what they say |
Hands down, ass up, bitches twerkin' in my face |
Me and Sketchy really, really gettin' to the fuckin' money |
In the strip club throwin' all the bags, I’m throwin' twenties |
In the streets, they ain’t your gang, niggas bitches, think it’s funny |
Call up JackBoy, call up Draco, all my niggas do you crummy |
I got diamonds on my neck, I got diamonds on my wrist |
While I walk, drip drip, bitches all up on my dick |
I got the Glock up on my hip, me and Sketchy with the shits |
I get them bags, I make it flip |
Blowin' dope up in the VIP |
Bad bitch, she work them hips |
Always hit, I never miss |
If shawty fat, then I’ma hit |
Smokin' grade A, I’ve been floatin' in the sky |
Got it every day, we be gettin' so high |
Got my money long and I didn’t have to try |
Doubted in the past, now they wanna say hi |
Y’all be on that fuck shit, stay away, ayy |
What you make in a year takes me a day, woah |
Obvious to you, we gettin' paid, ayy |
Take a wrong step and you will get sprayed, ayy |