Key Glock - Grammys lyrics

(Get the bag, King Wonka) ayy

They say I look just like my mama
But I act just like my daddy
Yup, I'm straight out the trap
I figured out how to live lavish (yeah)
All these bitches love me
Most of these niggas can't stand me
Real trapper, slash rapper, nigga, yup
I been had GRAMMYs (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Uh, trappin' out my granny's, I
Had broccoli, I had candy, yup
Hundred racks in my fanny pack and
A thirty round under my jacket, yup
Look at my gang, they addin'
Up, the opps like, "Man
He ain't lettin' up"
Bad lil' bitch with a natural bust
Said she wanna fuck me in
The back of my truck
But I told her, "I don't pay to fuck"
I don't even love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck
(What?) uh, diamonds on me, sayin'
"Knuck if you buck"
Uh, baguette, AP, hockey puck (Ice)
I told these niggas, "I don't give no fucks"
(Uh, uh)
I told these bitches, I don't give two fucks"
(Uh uh, uh uh)
And I don’t trust nobody but my guts
(My guts) yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine
Floatin' in my guts (yeah)
Fell in love with codeine
So I poured the shit up in the crush
(Phew, phew, yeah)
Tired of niggas actin' like
They know me, yeah, they know what's up
(What's up?)
And I ain't really with that sneak dissin'
Niggas know what's up (yeah)
They say I look just like my mama
And I act just like my daddy (Glizock)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah
I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin' to somethin'
They think a nigga know magic
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I might just take my
Hat off, fuck around, pull out a rabbit
They say I look just like my mama
And I act just like my daddy (yeah)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah
I still keep that ratchet (yeah)
And I turn nothin' to somethin'
They think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my
Hat off, fuck around, pull out a rabbit
Once you get it
Then you double it and keep stackin' (yeah)
I really know some niggas
They made millions off of packages (yeah)
These niggas stealin' drip and yeah
I think I'm finna patent it
(yeah, yeah, yeah) ten chains, ten whips
They say I'm on that rapper shit
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I used to make plays on top of plays
Paid menace shit
I'm self made, counterfeit-ass niggas
I can't hang with them (Uh, uh)
Throwin' shade, gang-gang
Ain't gon' let you get away with it (Uh, uh)
Throwin' shade 'bout a bitch
These niggas wearing capes and shit
Yeah, I can't save no bitch
(What?) , I can't save no ho
Yeah, I get paid my nigga
(yeah) , don’t pay attention to no ho
Yeah, I just made a M
(yeah) , tryna make it again, times fo'
And they like, "What's up with him?"
(What's up?) Bitch, you already know (yeah)
I hustle like my mama but
I'm gangster like my daddy (yeah)
I ran that money up and now
It's bustin' through the attic
(Phew, phew, yeah)
Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah, bitch, I'm up
Never took a Addy (Uh, uh)
Yeah, trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga
Been had GRAMMYs

G-GRAMMYs been had GRAMMYs (yeah, yeah)
Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga
Been had GRAMMYs
Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, ayy, uh