Grammer School

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) What the fuck? Is that YSR Gramz right there? Yeah, yeah, that's him Man, I promise you, man, that nigga ain't on shit, man He ain't been on shit since grammer school, man He ain't no real young sack runner He don't run bitch for shit, bro [Chorus] It get scary 'round here, you better tuck your chain Niggas backdoorin' niggas, it's a dirty game A nigga got caught and told the feds like thirty names Youngin sixteen years old, but he bust brains If you really love me, bitch, put this gun in your name You was a real-ass nigga 'til the money came In the wide-body Scat Pack, we in different lanes I love whеn she call me Big Gucci, that's my other namе [Verse 1] I buy Rockell everything, that's my mother name Bro just rolled up some shit that smell like onion rings I know I hit the clerk when I heard a ding You wasn't born in the hood, you never heard of fiends? I know it's fire-ass weed when it made me sneeze I just poured a four in my pop, it just made me dream One shot from the Five-SeveN, it's gon' make him bleed Put a switch on the back of it, it's gon' make him leave He just rolled some bullshit up, it look just like leaves Brodie got forty bands on him, but he cannot read Zaza got me chokin' on it, man, I cannot breathe Fire comin' out the Draco, man, I cannot see You ain't God, nigga, you can't tell me what I cannot be I know some niggas sellin' dog food in Tennessee Old head keep a knife on him, he a Wolverine You the type of nigga tell a nigga what you gon' do to him [Chorus] It get scary 'round here, you better tuck your chain Niggas backdoorin' niggas, it's a dirty game A nigga got caught and told the feds like thirty names Youngin sixteen years old, but he bust brains If you really love me, bitch, put this gun in your name You was a real-ass nigga 'til the money came In the wide-body Scat Pack, we in different lanes I love when she call me Big Gucci, that's my other name [Verse 2] LSP, Loski Brim, that's my brother name Before I made money off of rap, I went and got a chain Fucked around and hit FanDuel and got another chain I ain't fuckin' with the weed, I got another lane Fell in love with this bitch, she got some different brain This a big .308, bitch, it shoot missiles, mane Long live that nigga Skino, I swear I miss you, mane And them 'bows came early, think Christmas, mane I'm a Beecher nigga, YSR is just a different game Four-fives, ARs and Dracs, we got different things You love pussy, I love money, we got different takes I was gon' hit her, but her pussy smell like fish tanks I be tryna make a hundred bands off a mixtape She a bougie bitch, she don't even think her shit stank She say she on her rag, I can't fuck, but her lip stank What type of nigga say you can ride with him, but the sticks can't? [Outro] Like what you mean? Like I can ride with you, but I can't bring my stick? Fool, is you fuckin' stupid?