Lyrics Grammys - Key Glock

Grammys

They say I look just like my momma but I ate just like my daddy
Yup, I’m straight out the trap, I figured out how to live lavish (Yeah)
All these bitches love me, most of these niggas can’t stand me
Be a trapper, slash rapper, nigga, yup, I been had GRAMMYs
Trappin' out my grannys, I hit broccoli, I had candy, yup
Hundred racks in my fanny pack and a thirty round under my jacket, yup
Look at my gang, they addin' up, the opps like, «Man, he ain’t lettin' up»
Bad lil bitch with a natural bust, said she wanna fuck me in the back of my
truck
But I told her, «I don’t pay to fuck»
I don’t love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck
Uh, diamonds on me, sayin' makin' you buck
Baggett’s, AP, hockey puck (Ice)
I told these niggas, «I don’t give no fucks»
I told these bitches, I don’t give two fucks"
I don’t trust nobody but my guts
Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, codeine in my guts
Fell in love with codeine, so I poured the shit in the crush
Tired of niggas actin' like they know me, yeah, they know what’s up
I ain’t really with that sneak dissin', niggas know what’s up
They say I look just like my momma and I ate just like my daddy (Glizock)
I’m straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin' into somethin', they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, I might just fuck around and pull out a
rabbit
I ain’t really with that sneak dissin', niggas know what’s up
(They say I look just like my momma and I ate just like my daddy
I’m straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin' into somethin', they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck around and pull out a rabbit)
Once you get it, then you double it and keep stackin'
I really know some niggas, they made some millions of some packages
These niggas stealin' drip and yeah, I think I might just paten it
Ten chains, ten whips, they say I’m on that rapper shit
I used to make plays on top of plays, paid menace shit
I’m self-made, counterfeit ass niggas, I can’t hang with 'em
Throwin' shade, gang-gang, ain’t gon' let you get away with it
Throwin' shade 'bout a bitch, these niggas wearing capes and shit
Yeah, I can’t save no bitch, I can’t save no ho
Yeah, I get paid my nigga, can’t pay attention to no ho
Yeah, I just made a M, tryna make it again, times four
And they like, «What's up with him?» Bitch, you already know
Yeah, I hustle like my momma but I’m gangster like my daddy
I ran that money up and now it’s bustin' through the attic
Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah, bitch, I’m up, never took a
Yeah, a trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs
Been had GRAMMYs
Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs
Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had, ayy