Lyrics GRAMMY (Freestyle) - Lil Tecca

GRAMMY (Freestyle)

Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah
Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah
Speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah
I’m a real nigga, all you gotta do is hear me out
Please don’t judge me if you do not know my past, now
Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now
I don’t gotta shooter, I’ma let you know the fast route
Swerving in that big truck, we got bullet-proof glass now
Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah
Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah
Speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah
I’m a real nigga, all you gotta do is hear me out
Please don’t judge me if you do not know my past, now
Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now
I don’t gotta shooter, I’ma let you know the fast route
Swerving in that big truck, we got bullet-proof glass now
Straight flexing, she nagging
I got them diamonds on my necklace they steady dancing
She calling my phone sayin' she a blessing
She fake like her nigga chain, but I can’t test it
Yeah, I’m a busy man she said, «What you doing Saturday?»
I just woke up, I already made a band today
Fuck a new nigga bitch, I just got a new fan today
He just found out that she cheated, turned him to a new man today, yeah, yeah
She think her nigga got money he scam, yeah
Without that AP, shit, he rock Truey and Vans, yeah
I put my all in this music, I ain’t had no second plan, yeah
And some niggas switched up, man, I thought you was my fam', yeah
Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won the lottery
I started making music, now these niggas wanna copy me
Bitch, you not me, so you can’t finesse my melody
Niggas in the stu' and I know they think a lot of me
Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah
Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah
Speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah
I’m a real nigga, all you gotta do is hear me out
Please don’t judge me if you do not know my past, now
Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now
I don’t gotta shooter, I’ma let you know the fast route
Swerving in that big truck, we got bullet-proof glass now
Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah
Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah
Speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah
I’m a real nigga, all you gotta do is hear me out
Please don’t judge me if you do not know my past, now
Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now
I don’t gotta shooter, I’ma let you know the fast route
Swerving in that big truck, we got bullet-proof glass now
Glass now
Send you to heaven, heaven
Hit your brodie with the left hand