GRANDC AVENUE

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Remble] They hated on me, I didn't even have a penny Made a promise, bet you not gon' see me when it's litty Might not get me on the phone, but I send packages Missing your call and Lord knows not by accident (Lord knows not by accident) I just pray you overcome your challenges Even though I know them crackers not compassionate We got a bag to split, free my family, bitch [Chorus: Remble] Please don't make me have to get the Tec Don't ever let me hear you diss the set, like Don't let big brodie hear no disrespect Alright, bro, you got a foot, but nigga talking out they neck Speaking like Uteke, but just smaller in the chest On Crip, I'm not no rookie, I might squabble with the ref And when we ooh-wee'd the scene, niggas left On Grand Avenue [Verse 2: Remble] Don't be confused, grimey did what grimey had to do On Grimey Ave, I don't got blicky then I'm stabbin' dude We don't be dying, 'cause my grimey moving tactical Might break the net, I'm talking longitude and latitude (I'm talking longitude and latitude) I'm a trophy, don't give me no attitude (Don't give me no attitude) You gotta know the real ones never get no gratitude (Real ones never get no gratitude) [Chorus: Remble] Please don't make me have to get the Tec Don't ever let me hear you diss the set, like Don't let big brodie hear no disrespect Alright, bro, you got a foot, but nigga talking out they neck Speaking like Uteke, but just smaller in the chest On Crip, I'm not no rookie, I might squabble with the ref And when we ooh-wee'd the scene, niggas left [Verse 3: BanditDaMack] I'm tryna bounce-out in they section with this Tec and send a message When we left, I yell out Mack, so they know it's me It's a problem, then we gon' dead it, think my choppa got a fetish Everytime it see the suckers, they be showing feet My apologies, I ain't know that was your bitch, dawg Had I known, then I probably wouldn't have hit raw Beat his ass and take the chains up off his neck, and if they pop it on the 'net Then we gon' boogie to they set and make a match On Mack Avenue Don't be confused, Gunna did what Gunna had to do A solid step of 25th, I tip my hat to dude My ghetto bitch from Hemet, gon' cook and give me fellatio My fine shit off the Dino, don't cook, she just give me attitude One thing that Bandit ain't doing is going out sorry Get up on her for some shit that happened back in summer We got word that he finna throw him a house party Now we waiting outside of it, nigga, Travis Hunter Don't feel bad for leaving niggas in your rearview If it was really meant to be, then they'd be here too Hollows hit his stomach, he leaking from out his torso Johnnies get behind me, I'm throwing Tesla in Sports Mode Model X, better watch your head when the door close [Chorus: Remble] (Grand Avenue, on Grand Avenue) Please don't make me have to get the Tec Don't ever let me hear you diss the set, like Don't let big brodie hear no disrespect Alright, bro, you got a foot, but nigga talking out they neck Speaking like Uteke, but just smaller in the chest On Crip, I'm not no rookie, I might squabble with the ref And when we ooh-wee'd the scene, niggas left On Grand Avenue