Problem - I Need A Grammy lyrics

The way the track, how it rolling
I need a grammy
No suite and tie, could be impress
(Hustle on the sweet green) the green gas
The way the track, how it rolling
I need a grammy
The way the track, how it rolling

I’m a nigga round table suites
Cooking up, yeah we got truce
Straight salute
Pistol on and now it going shoot
New cool, mooney ain’t nothing
Your bitch ain’t nothing
She know that I’m stunting
I cook her the blow
You know I ain’t bluffing
I’m taking your ho and you
Know I ain’t cuffing
Yeah and if it ain’t gonna be no
Then fuck your discussion
Get the bricks, split the bricks
Banana split banana clips, don’t trip
Empty the whole clip at your lip
At your hip and back to the trap house
The way it rolling, I need me a grammy
I bet I won’t miss out
On the block, lurking for customers
I bet I won’t miss out
In and out, in and out
Get him in, get him out, I need me a grammy

The way the track, how it rolling
I need a grammy
No suite and tie, could be impress
(Hustle on the sweet green) the green gas
The way the track, how it rolling
I need a grammy
The way the track, how it rolling

Had a couple ground, had to get them all
Had a couple of people fainting at the mall
Got to get a grammy, trev, trevisol
Tribbing doll
On the street bow serve, all the dope serve
Then we gonna hit the mall
Got a couple brick stashing behind "
T" house in the wall gotta get a grammy
Gotta, gotta get a grammy
Came up nigga serving zoom zoom zowams
MT talking about money i'm spending
All around the globe international trip
And I got the bitches on the
Plane with the brick shit international flip
Gotta get the grammy
Just to stand free nigga
Gonna remember me nigga
And I gotta plug up tennessee nigga
For a ton a key nigga
And I got a mother fucking plane
Come and get at least ten a week nigga
If a nigga say they wanna eat raw meat
Then a nigga must bring a guess

The way the track, how it rolling
I need a grammy
No suite and tie, could be impress
(Hustle on the sweet green) the green gas
The way the track, how it rolling
I need a grammy
The way the track, how it rolling

What y’all know bout spot living
Slang your sacks
Extra straps in a bag hidden
Hold hoes on the couch smoking
Dice game going on in the back kitchen
Real short and i’m back tripping
Lights off, we out fishing
Explored in the expedition
Bossing up for the best position
Suited and booted, hotter than shoes
I was recruited loud in this room
Bringing rose on them nice
I am the coolest, what?
Long way from them Ramen noodles
Wrong move will get your noodle ramen
Going hard all on that gram
My IG got the coolest comments
Head bust for that shot vowed
Got hands and I out style you
Same clothes for three days
This can only go three ways
I win, I win, I win losing ain’t optional
I’m either gonna end up on
The mother fucking Forbes
Or I’m sending somebody to the hospital

The way the track, how it rolling
I need a grammy
No suite and tie, could be impress
(Hustle on the sweet green) the green gas
The way the track, how it rolling
I need a grammy
The way the track, how it rolling