Grabba Leaf

Lyrics

[Hook] Fo' grams stuffed in a grabba leaf Nigga I'm the man, you can fuckin' see I got gaffles bussin' out my pocket I shot straight to the top like a rocket [?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell I'm it I got old cougar bitches with me and they real thicc I'm the man ho, go ask your mans ho I use to front him packs, in front the corner store [Verse] I'm a real big dawg nigga, you a fuckin' poodle I got choppas on deck, my partna hit you with the uzi Kill TEC on deck, came with a cooler I'm the motherfuckin giant in my hood, I move some- Get a nigga whacked, amen, I got bands ho Givenchy for the kick, jean suit- two grand ho Real trappa on the daily, bitch you know I'm blowing cho Money ain't a thang, I go spend it then I get some mo Once I point the choppa, Imma hit him I ain't playin, pussy I'm greasin up the sticks When I hit it I won't miss I'm a kryptonite shooter, since he think he Clark Kent Oh you Superman? I got something- stop his whole life span [Hook] Fo' grams stuffed in a grabba leaf Nigga I'm the man, you can fuckin' see I got gaffles bussin' out my pocket I shot straight to the top like a rocket [?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell I'm it I got old cougar bitches with me and they real thicc I'm the man ho, go ask your mans ho I use to front him packs, in front the corner store [Verse] So they wave they white flags Check the score and we can brag Another man down, the choppa rearrange his brave racks I know your thoughts out your mouth, gunplay gunplay I'm on that bullshit I ain't lyin I put that on my twelve [?] and all my sticks I got at the house You bring me out'chere, it's up, I ain't playin with ya dawg I'm tryna pin you to the pavement, [?] I walk down the hazard tint Don't play with me boy, I'm not a rookie I'm a rifle slanga', these bullets in this bitch cooked him Coulda been faster, he coulda shook it He look back, knocked his grill crooked 448s what I spin to get niggas smushed Smooth operator boy you dealin with a big crook I'm livin what I talk so don't test me and try to challenge this It ain't fair to die and leave your family over a rap diss Insurance ain't paid, niggas thuggin, and they broke as shit [Hook] Fo' grams stuffed in a grabba leaf Nigga I'm the man, you can fuckin' see I got gaffles bussin' out my pocket I shot straight to the top like a rocket [?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell I'm it I got old cougar bitches with me and they real thicc I'm the man ho, go ask your mans ho I use to front him packs, in front the corner store