Gram Man

Lyrics

[Intro] Танк, и звезда, и шан— (Ooh, Sav killed it) Танк, и звезда, и шан— Танк, и звезда, и шан— Танк, и звезда, и шан— [Chorus] If my nigga run off with your shit, that shit long gone Up a blick on a fuck nigga, tell him, "Go'n on" I ain't send them bitches through the mail, I drove them bitches home I hate when I fall asleep off drank, she goin' through my phone I know my lil' bro gon' slide for me, he my backbone Hell nah, you can't be YSR, you did the app wrong In these big-ass big Bs, you get stepped on Bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone [Verse] Lil' bro just snaked a nigga sale, now— alright Lil' bro just snaked a nigga sale, now his sale gone If you don't do shit around that nigga, what he gon' tell on? Spendin' money talkin' to my niggas on a jail phone Told Drivеway, when he get out, I'ma pick him up Dog tryna tax mе for them 'bows, I'ma stick him up I fell off and looked at my son, I gotta get it up If you ain't get that shit out the mud, you ain't shit like us If you ain't get that bag from YSR, it don't smoke like this I know a nigga fightin' dog with dog, he just like Vick 100K for a mixtape, I'm finna talk my shit Dog keep speakin' on my mans, I'm finna send a blitz Johnny said his wrist game cold, he can make a brick I know I look like one, but I ain't a lick I'm the type of nigga troll a nigga like I'm 50 Cent My white boy got 'bows like Rick, but he not gon' snitch I swear to God, I got a thousand ways to get rich Like a fuckin' weedhead, I gotta get 'em zipped Outta town lookin' for the 'bows, I gotta get 'em shipped Bro said he fuckin' with the banks, he gotta get me hip Come fuck with YSR, I can get you hip Come fuck with YSR, I can get you rich Yung Sak Runner, gettin' money, niggas ain't on shit Yung Sak Runner, put it on, that nigga fresh as shit [Chorus] If my nigga run off with your shit, that shit long gone Up a blick on a fuck nigga, tell him, "Go'n on" I ain't send them bitches through the mail, I drove them bitches home I hate when I fall asleep off drank, she goin' through my phone I know my lil' bro gon' slide for me, he my backbone Hell nah, you can't be YSR, you did the app wrong In these big-ass big Bs, you get stepped on Bro made thirty-five racks off a cell phone [Outro] Танк, и звезда, и шан— Танк, и звезда, и шан— Танк, и звезда, и шан— Танк, и звезда, и шан— Танк, и звезда, и шан—