"Grams" lyrics
Because, in truth
I am that monster
What's in my pocket? Couple bands (Couple bands)
What you sellin'? Couple grams (Couple grams)
You better watch it, I'm the man (Let's go)
Chop got a dick and titties, it's a trans
I cannot let you mess up the plan (Ooh)
I'm finna sip on that Wockhardt, bitch
Open that shit up, that rockstar shit (Woo)
That bitch wan' act like I don't see the signs (Don't see the signs)
Stuck in a box like a mummy (Box like a mummy)
Damn it, I thank you for tryin' (Let's go)
I don't feel like dyin'
I don't feel okay (Yeah)
She wan' give me brain (Yeah)
Young nigga move insane
Twenty-one bands finna stick with me, 4L (Stick with me, oh yeah)
We takin' guns to the hotel (Brrt, oh yeah)
One catchin' bullets like Odell (Brrt, oh yeah)
How he did the crime, but he gon' tell? (Let's go)
Twenty-one bands finna stick with me, 4L
We takin' guns to the hotel
One catchin' bullets like Odell
How he did the crime, but he gon' tell?
I do this shit every day, ayy (Let's go)
Might put that nigga on skates, ayy (Boom)
I'm so high every day, ayy (Yeah)
I'm so fried, fish fillet, ayy (Ayy)
I ain't 'member, bitch, I'm lost, yeah
The map, we takin' him off, yeah (Takin' him off)
Slayr is the big boss (Big boss)
Molly in champagne, Rick— (Rick Ross)
Don't bring that bullshit to me (Bullshit)
Trigger finger gettin' slippery (Bullshit)
Yeah, in that ho, movin' deep (Yeah)
That bitch movin' off the coke, she a freak (Let's go)
I be countin' so much dough in my sleep (Blat)
What the fuck is that all about? (Uh-huh)
Fuck that shit, I'm finna take a different route
Okay, we got the chopper, take him out
Okay, we got the Glock, it make him lean
Talk shit, now you losin' ya self-esteem
Got rocked, now he no longer mention me
Got two new phones, they call me Baby Keem
I get the blue, it come in with the green
[?] that bitch gon' better [?]
Chop hit yo' face and now you look like Dream
Fat Joe on me, I really like to lean (Oh my god)
What's in my pocket? Couple bands (Couple bands)
What you sellin'? Couple grams (Couple grams)
You better watch it, I'm the man (Let's go)
Chop got a dick and titties, it's a trans
I cannot let you mess up the plan (Ooh)
I'm finna sip on that Wockhardt, bitch
Open that shit up, that rockstar shit
I am that monster
What's in my pocket? Couple bands (Couple bands)
What you sellin'? Couple grams (Couple grams)
You better watch it, I'm the man (Let's go)
Chop got a dick and titties, it's a trans
I cannot let you mess up the plan (Ooh)
I'm finna sip on that Wockhardt, bitch
Open that shit up, that rockstar shit (Woo)
That bitch wan' act like I don't see the signs (Don't see the signs)
Stuck in a box like a mummy (Box like a mummy)
Damn it, I thank you for tryin' (Let's go)
I don't feel like dyin'
I don't feel okay (Yeah)
She wan' give me brain (Yeah)
Young nigga move insane
Twenty-one bands finna stick with me, 4L (Stick with me, oh yeah)
We takin' guns to the hotel (Brrt, oh yeah)
One catchin' bullets like Odell (Brrt, oh yeah)
How he did the crime, but he gon' tell? (Let's go)
Twenty-one bands finna stick with me, 4L
We takin' guns to the hotel
One catchin' bullets like Odell
How he did the crime, but he gon' tell?
I do this shit every day, ayy (Let's go)
Might put that nigga on skates, ayy (Boom)
I'm so high every day, ayy (Yeah)
I'm so fried, fish fillet, ayy (Ayy)
I ain't 'member, bitch, I'm lost, yeah
The map, we takin' him off, yeah (Takin' him off)
Slayr is the big boss (Big boss)
Molly in champagne, Rick— (Rick Ross)
Don't bring that bullshit to me (Bullshit)
Trigger finger gettin' slippery (Bullshit)
Yeah, in that ho, movin' deep (Yeah)
That bitch movin' off the coke, she a freak (Let's go)
I be countin' so much dough in my sleep (Blat)
What the fuck is that all about? (Uh-huh)
Fuck that shit, I'm finna take a different route
Okay, we got the chopper, take him out
Okay, we got the Glock, it make him lean
Talk shit, now you losin' ya self-esteem
Got rocked, now he no longer mention me
Got two new phones, they call me Baby Keem
I get the blue, it come in with the green
[?] that bitch gon' better [?]
Chop hit yo' face and now you look like Dream
Fat Joe on me, I really like to lean (Oh my god)
What's in my pocket? Couple bands (Couple bands)
What you sellin'? Couple grams (Couple grams)
You better watch it, I'm the man (Let's go)
Chop got a dick and titties, it's a trans
I cannot let you mess up the plan (Ooh)
I'm finna sip on that Wockhardt, bitch
Open that shit up, that rockstar shit
