Eddy Baker - Grams lyrics

Grams weigh it up, We push and sell it
Grams you know that I gotta buncha
Grams bitches love a nigga with the
Grams hit my plug

Smoking grape bitch to the face bitch
Northern lights that’s that bay shit
Rolling loud my weed is bass bitch
You try to rob my pack you’ll get a face lift
Might have to light you up
You’ll get erased bitch
Thrown in a lake quick i do not play bitch
I’ve been a bad piece of
Shit since the playpen
Been knocked three times but I ain’t say shit
Lost it all took it back to the basics
Married with the Molly then my main chicks
You can't have them full price
Let’s talk rates bitch
I got that grape shit never pushing fake shit
First place for the money I be chasing
I’m real persistent on it like we Jason
My crew is real thick plus
We plugged like Masons
I got that Will Smith like Uncle Phil bitch