Smiley, 42 Dugg - Grammy lyrics

Tony Parker run it up Beezee

I tried to tell these niggas (Did)
But they don't understand me
(They don't understand me)
I want a Grammy (I want a)
I miss my granny (I miss her)
Billboards charts, nigga (yeah)
You understand me (You understand)
This is a race in my city, we want a Grammy
Trap, trap, trap, trap, I re-up'd at Tammy's
I'm breakin' 'em all right now
I don't want them envy
I already seen the highs and lows
You don't wanna tempt me
I’m not just an artist I’m a product
They could sell me

I already said this shit before
I ain't doing no back and forth
They raided my Ford and put it in court
I felt the love and I want more
Dirtied the glizzy and put it in my shorts
He had his timе, I hope he enjoyеd
Most of my niggas is not even employed
He in the streets he want the Floyd
Money, she like the view, it's sunny
(She does)
I remember the brick in her stomach (Yes)
We had to trap all summer (Summer)
I had to bring back numbers (I did)
I had to miss my daughter (Huh?)
Now I'm in CN tower (I am)
I had to clock in hours (yeah)
How much you get an hour? (How)
She like the seat it's Rs (yeah)
She like to be with ours (She does)
She like to see these stars (Huh?)
She know she with a star
Gang, gang-gang, I get the-, and I go

Ain't too much a nigga could tell me
In like three years, I'm filthy
Where the Ace at? Let's get pissy
Heard I hit his hoe, now he dissin'
If I said "Fuck you", I meant it
Like five million in my pension
These Lambos not rented
Let the top down on these niggas
Yeah, I dropped out but I'm smart
Got like three million in cars
Saved the Maybach for my dawg
Off White 2’s, bitch, when I jog
This forever us, still not yours
Bitch never fuck on me and get caught
I want all the shit that I bought
Hoe, I ain't ever taking no loss
I'm in Toronto for the weekend
Two main hoes and a freak bitch
Not one or deuce I'm three lit
Fours over five 'til I see six
The world's small I know they heard
About me I get it
I ain't too far from the city
That's my nigga ayy, yeah

I tried to tell these niggas (Did)
But they don't understand me
(They don't understand me)
I want a Grammy (I want a)
I miss my granny (I miss her)
Billboards charts, nigga (yeah)
You understand me (You understand)
This is a race in my city, we want a Grammy
Trap, trap, trap, trap, I re-up'd at Tammy's
I'm breakin' 'em all right now
I don't want them envy
I already seen the highs and lows
You don't wanna tempt me
I’m not just an artist I’m a product
They could sell me