Lyrics Grnfthr - SPARK MASTER TAPE

Grnfthr

Uh
Swoup
Finish him
Imma be the type of grandfather
To slap the living shit out of my grandson and my granddaughter
Old bitter wrinkled fucker with a cane in hand
Stuck in old ways, wife beater and some dickie pants
If you ask, i keep my teeth up in a dinner glass
There's a chance of them falling out if i ever eat too fast
Badges acting like they ass is bulletproof
Pants higher than that dude on scooby-doo, zoinks
I just done a *put-your-nostril-to-your-nose*
Lookin for a hippie gang to bust em to
{boom boom}
Uhhhhhhhhhh
Peter pied piper, got bazookas in my pocket
All i know is trap, trapdoors in my kkoffin
Fuck all of this trap, grandpapa stay poppin
All i know is troops, all this mobbin is for profit
Im having flashbacks of hatchbacks in vietnam, shit
Post traumatic: a meth addict thats hearing bombs
Smokin opium, intusion like fallopian
Losing hope again, my vision that of dystopian
Now i drive by the mile high
Ak out the fukkin window yellin bye-bye
Bitch im alibaba {habibi}
I got thieves ready to die-die
Your little girl sayin "good-bye da-da"
{my fukkin bakk hurt}
Grandma at the crib, its italian
Fukk around and spend my retirement
I been at the old home, only gettin old dome
And old kush and old spice is now my cologne
Bitch youll get your nose blown
And im still sellin coke
I got chronic on thuddis but you still gettin choked
And i toke weed from 1967, i'm still dope
Hookers who stay pretending they been broke
Knees poppin til the end of the road
I ain't stoppin til my fukkin wine in the dirt
Uhhhhhhhhhhh