Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GRATATA, artist - Keshore. Date of issue: 07.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GRATATA |
| I see you standing nigga |
| You got no legs too? |
| Fuck that shit nigga |
| Stand up if you ain’t got no fucking legs nigga |
| If you ain’t got shit to say nigga don’t say it |
| No nigga, but if you talking shit then stand up niggee |
| See yo' grandma walking down the street |
| I had to steal her crutches |
| How you cap on your mans before yo moms? |
| I’m very ashamed |
| I know your girl, dirty pussy |
| By the way, you inflamed |
| My mama told me lil' Ki', if he talk take his neck |
| Like bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah, uh |
| Click reload like |
| Gratatata, uh |
| Come for our gang you get |
| Knock knock knock knocked |
| If you a real fucking nigga |
| Press those goofie ass ops |
| Put them hands up |
| Woke up today |
| Like Kiki who you finna' fuck up? |
| Bank is my BITCH |
| I’m really bout to fuck a check up |
| Walked into Walgreens |
| Like I need all of y’all hand soaps |
| Wash all my sins |
| I got of list of ops to fuck up |
| Shhhh |
| Keep that shit on the down low |
| Illegal loading torrents |
| For butcher knifes and some gates codes |
| Don’t hide your kids |
| Hide yourself |
| I’m at your gate bro |
| Love and all that shit does go far until you cross me |
| I don' like that |
| If yo' mama taught you manners |
| Then you wouldn’t have to talk back, uh |
| That’s some backlash |
| You the type of person to walk in a park and flash pass |
| Weird ass nigga, you act like I can’t pop back |
| Like bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah, uh |
| Click reload like |
| Gratatata, uh |
| Come for our gang you get |
| Knock knock knock knocked |
| If you a real fucking nigga |
| Press those goofie ass ops |
| Like bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah, uh |
| Click reload like |
| Gratatata, uh |
| Come for my gang you get |
| Knock knock knock knocked |
| If you a real fucking nigga |
| Press those goofie ass ops |
| Put them hands up |
| Lay that shit out |
| Put yo hands up |
| Lay that shit out |
| Put yo hands up |
| Lay that shit out |
| Put yo hands up |
| Lay that shit out |
| Only thinking bout' my demons |
| I don' really fuck wit' niggas |
| I’ve been trying to feed my family |
| Since my talents gave me bands |
| I’m a Shea butter baby |
| Like Chiquita |
| Das' my fucking nigga |
| Outlaw one star |
| I’m a cowboy seeking Bebop |
| Tenchi Muyo! |
| In a harem |
| Only beef talk |
| Half y’all niggas vegan |
| GMO’s got you weak |
| Stop |
| Soul reaper nigga |
| Zanpakutō |
| And some green Crocs |
| Lucky cloe' |
| Yeah, I be kicking till my fucking heart stops |
| Like bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah, uh |
| Click reload like |
| Gratatata, uh |
| Come for my gang you get |
| Knock knock knock |
| If you a real fucking nigga |
| Press those goofie ass oops |
| Kbaby up on some cute shit |
| Free my nigga Boof |
| Fuck a cell bitch |
| Yap yap yap |
| All I see is talk and no movement |
| We can really get to it |
| 'Cause growing up if you didn’t move |
| Then them niggas would run shit |
| Came from the bottom |
| We grow to the top |
| Motherfucker we run don’t stop |
| Got the drop in this double cup so |
| Kiki leaning and I got that bop |
| Like bah |