"Grand Slam" lyrics

Yeah, huh
Uh-huh (Hahaha), uh, uh
Huh
Uh, huh

Go 'head, run your mouth, shit funny to me, really, it's very simple
I call it the make-no-money disease and buddy got every symptom, huh
They go both ways in the Cullinan truck, the doors must hate each other, damn
They like, "Ian, you famous, boy," really don't make much difference, uh
I really don't pay much mind, end of the day, I'm the man still, huh
I'm finna take what's mine, hell nah, I don't need your handout, huh
Just bought her some Maison Margielas, your ho used to the Stan Smith's, uh
All of my bases covered, fuck around, hit me a grand slam

Scared that once I say it, I can't never take it back
My hermano crazy about the pollo, Breaking Bad
Family-size this Wraith I drive, way too much room to spare, uh
It's your time, just put your mind to it and get that shit, huh

You gotta be sad as hell, maybe give being yourself a try
My pockets 'bout fat as hell, they don't really get much exercise, uh
As soon as you tired of him, baby, come see how this Lexus drive, uh
Can't give 'em the time of day, I'm really not here to impress nobody, huh
Everybody faces covered, go 'head, check the surveillance footage, huh
You testin' my patience, shawty, but I'ma keep holding out faith for us, uh
I feel like it's way too soon to say it, but maybe it's great for us, huh
I sent a prayer for you and your mans, it's not lookin' great for ya

Scared that once I say it, I can't never take it back
My hermano crazy about the pollo, Breaking Bad
Family-size this Wraith I drive, way too much room to spare, uh
It's your time, just put your mind to it and get that shit