Couple Grams

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[Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah Need my racks like I'm Uncle Sam Smokin' out the pack, roll up a couple grams, woah [?] ran off like God damn, woah Shawty bad, ain't hard to profit, fam woah Drinkin' Ac', nod off like like God damn, woah Don't get mad that she know who I am [Verse 1: Guap Tarantino] I just took a thot to the spot, damn Fuck her 'til she tired, make it hot, damn Whippin' my wrist in the pot, damn These niggas missed, yeah, the shot jammed I couldn't miss, I got 'em pissed, ball like a swish, yeah She clean the dishes, yeah, that's my bitch I give her hits, I don't wanna kiss I get them bands, I don't care what I spent [?] then I hop in the Benz Fuck up my plays and a nigga get spinned Pop [?] and I'm feelin' like [?] Spent ten on the VV's on your big dawg Might buy the [?] double C's, I'm a big dawg And you know why your ho want me, I'm a big dawg Smoke exotic, not no OG, need a big dawg [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah Need my racks like I'm Uncle Sam Smokin' out the pack, roll up a couple grams, woah [?] ran off like God damn, woah Shawty bad, ain't hard to profit, fam woah Drinkin' Ac', nod off like like God damn, woah Don't get mad that she know who I am [Verse 2: 24Hrs] Smokin' on LA pack, this Virgil Louis Take it off, yeah, where I stay All the stripper girls wanna be caked She been on my dick, I promise we gon' link up Money counter, money counter, Brinks truck Extendos sittin' on the dresser Still got the pack, it's pressure She wanna smoke on this rapper weed These bitches really be after me Take risks, Jambo, yeah This a Lambo', yeah Two cups poured up, that' won't slow me down, yeah Big black trucks, if it's up then it's stuck Bitches out there just tryna get on Just a fat fly nigga that be puttin' that shit on [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah Couple grams, roll up a couple grams, yeah Need my racks like I'm Uncle Sam Smokin' out the pack, roll up a couple grams, woah [?] ran off like God damn, woah Shawty bad, ain't hard to profit, fam woah Drinkin' Ac', nod off like like God damn, woah Don't get mad that she know who I am