Grandparents

制作人 : Holy/bloublood

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' b***h 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 motherf**kin' 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 n***as 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 s**t n***as ain't never seen they'll never go there

You can f**k my baby mama I ain't trippin' I never put a ring on her

Yeah when I take off and de'm goin' where my dreams at yeah

I never speak on what I know n***a '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' b***h 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 motherf**kin' 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 n***a 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 n***a slippin' I'll go'n get to trippin' go 'head get a case

Ride with FN'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' b***h 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 motherf**kin' lame

混音助理 : Aresh Banaji

混音工程师 : A. "Bainz" Bains

录音工程师 : DUB

母带工程师 : Joe LaPorta