"Grady Baby" lyrics

Yeah
You know the voice
Ralph
Juggman (Hoodrich, buddy)
Crash Dummy (Zaytoven)
Spendin' cash money (Ayy)

I'm a real '80s Grady baby (Yeah), bustdown Rollie, Carti bracelet (Bling)
All my jewelry schizophrenic (Yeah), diamonds goin' crazy lately (Woah)
Money straight, I been on (Hood—), still makin' juggs, I been on (Hood—)
Window clear, no tint on (Yup), and I got this shit on (Let's get it)

I'm proud of me, so I Prada me, I go head to feet (Yeah)
Honestly, they ain't onto me, there's only one of me (Yeah)
I promise me I'm gonna be everywhere the money be (Damn)
I promise me I'ma pop it on 'em, no more humble me (Let's get it)
Rich shit, hop right out my Rolls, hop right in my Lam'
Trap shit, thumbin' through this paper, money counter jam
Cap shit, boy, you know you bluffin', put them guns down (Yeah)
Cap shit, boy, you know I'm juggin', spread them funds 'round (Let's go)

Trapper-slash-rapper, yeah, I get a lil' dough (Dough)
I might fuck that lil' bitch, but I ain't beefin' 'bout no ho (Oh, no)
We got highs, we got lows, man, like eeny, miny, moe (Woah, woah)
We got bricks, we got 'bows, traphouse crowded like a store (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fool be gone off the white, keep on fuckin' up the sack (For real)
On 75 fast, I'm finna go and fuck a sack (Sack)
Thick fine shit with me probably never seen a 'Bach
I ain't trippin' 'bout no paper, naw, I know I'll jugg it back (Jugg)

Proud of me, so I Prada me, I go head to feet (Yeah)
Honestly, they ain't onto me, there's only one of me (Yeah)
I promise me I'm gonna be everywhere the money be (Damn)
I promise me I'ma pop it on 'em, no more humble me (Let's get it)
Rich shit, hop right out my Rolls, hop right in my Lam'
Trap shit, thumbin' through this paper, money counter jam
Cap shit, boy, you know you bluffin', put them guns down (Yeah)
Cap shit, boy, you know I'm juggin', spread them funds 'round (Hoodrich, nigga)

Shrooms with the Perkies got me litty with my shirt off (Shirt off)
Hundred-thousand-dollar old-school, watch me skrrt off (Skrrt off)
Let my money talk for me, I don't speak, take that skirt off (Skirt off)
Get a different load in every week, get that work off
I'ma beat the block up every day like I did Anna Mae (Anna Mae)
I'ma keep this Glock right by my side in case they wanna hate (Wanna hate)
I might send you Zelle or Cash App, but I don't go on dates (Go on dates)
And I told that bitch to turn me up, yeah, this an 808 (808)

Proud of me, so I Prada me, I go head to feet (Yeah)
Honestly, they ain't onto me, there's only one of me (Yeah)
I promise me I'm gonna be everywhere the money be (Damn)
I promise me I'ma pop it on 'em, no more humble me (Let's get it)
Rich shit, hop right out my Rolls, hop right in my Lam'
Trap shit, thumbin' through this paper, money counter jam
Cap shit, boy, you know you bluffin', put them guns down (Yeah)
Cap shit, boy, you know I'm juggin', spread them funds 'round (Let's go)

I'm a real '80s Grady baby, bustdown Rollie, Carti bracelet
All my jewelry schizophrenic, diamonds goin' crazy lately
Money straight, I been on, still makin' juggs, I been on
Window clear, no tint on, and I got that shit on
Jonesboro South
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A-Town