Grandparents - Lil Keed

Yeah, I’m bangin' red, but my beat came from Bloublood

You know what I’m sayin'?

I ain’t sparin' none of these people

I’ll leave it up to my wrist

Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles

You ain’t takin' losses, I ain’t takin' none either

Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter

Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter

Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter

Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito

And I’m stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man

Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents

Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)

I’ll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)

I ain’t doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame

Presidential Rollie, yeah, I had to rock it plain

Yeah, I went Panamera roof on the whip

To make sure I see the stars in the rain

You can do what you do, but you know you can’t tame me

It get aired out broad day, but you know they ain’t tellin' names, man

Yeah, when the pressure on, send them young niggas chop it down every day, man

I wan' see somebody head on the curtain

I wan' see somebody dead in they vert

Hit the Aventador with them 7.62s, can’t go nowhere

Yeah, please stop playin' with Keed, just know that I go there

I seen a lot of shit niggas ain’t never seen, they’ll never go there

You can fuck my baby mama, I ain’t trippin', I never put a ring on her

Yeah, when I take off and depart, I’m goin' where my dreams at, yeah

I never speak on what I know, nigga, 'cause I’m real, yeah, yeah

Yeah, all-gold Bentley truck, never drive the army Range, no

I ain’t sparin' none of these people

I’ll leave it up to my wrist

Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles

You ain’t takin' losses, I ain’t takin' none either

Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter

Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter

Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter

Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito

And I’m stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man

Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents

Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)

I’ll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)

I ain’t doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame

Hell yeah, yeah, when I pull up in the building

I got rings in my nose, I got rings in my face

Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, the spider web talkin'

Yeah, I know that I’m straight, yeah, I know that I’m great

Hell yeah, yeah, when I get the meals in

Yeah, I’m scrapin' on the side, yeah, I’m scrapin' off the plate

Gotta stay good with it

Gotta put the bands on my mama so she good livin'

Leave a nigga dead, shoulda, woulda, but I could do it

I tend to boss up when it’s time for it, man, I gotta win a prize

Gotta go get it for her baby name, gotta make sure that I grind

I never lost, gotta see what goin' on, gotta see these numbers climb

Gotta keep a hundred-fifty on me, gotta keep a couple dimes

I put the lights out when it’s night time, okay

Yeah, I’m determined, got ambition on me, tryna make a way

Think a nigga slippin', I’ll go’n get to trippin', go 'head, get a case

Ride with F&N's, Dracos, and AKs

I ain’t sparin' none of these people

I’ll leave it up to my wrist

Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles

You ain’t takin' losses, I ain’t takin' none either

Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter

Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter

Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter

Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito

And I’m stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man

Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents

Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)

I’ll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)

I ain’t doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame