Grammys Lyrics – Key Glock
(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy
They say I look just like my momma but I act just like my daddy
Yup, I’m straight out the trap, I figured out how to live lavish (Yeah)
All these *** love me, most of these niggas can’t stand me
Real trapper, slash rapper, ***, yup, I been had GRAMMYs
Trappin’ out my granny’s, I hit broccoli, I had candy, yup
Hundred racks in my fanny pack and a thirty round under my jacket, yup
Look at my gang, they addin’ up, the opps like, “Man, he ain’t lettin’ up”
Bad lil’ *** with a natural bust, said she wanna *** me in the back of my truck
But I told her, “I don’t pay to ***”
I don’t love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, ***, try your luck
Uh, diamonds on me, sayin’, “Nuff if you buck”
Baggett’s, AP, hockey puck (Ice)
I told these niggas, “I don’t give no ***” (Uh-uh)
I told these ***, I don’t give two ***”
I don’t trust nobody but my guts (My guts)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, codeine in my guts (Yeah)
Fell in love with codeine, so I poured the *** in the crush (Yeah)
Tired of niggas actin’ like they know me, yeah, they know what’s up (Wassup)
I ain’t really with that sneak dissin’, niggas know what’s up
They say I look just like my momma and I act just like my daddy (Glizock)
I’m straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin’ into somethin’, they think a *** know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, *** around pull out a rabbit (Like that)
I ain’t really with that sneak dissin’, niggas know what’s up
(They say I look just like my momma and I act just like my daddy
I’m straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin’ into somethin’, they think a *** know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, *** around pull out a rabbit)
Once you get it, then you double it and keep stackin’ (Yeah)
I really know some niggas, they made millions off of packages (Yeah)
These niggas stealin’ drip and yeah, I think I’m finna patent it
Ten chains, ten whips, they say I’m on that rapper ***
I used to make plays on top of plays, paid menace ***
I’m self-made, ***-ass niggas, I can’t hang wit’ ’em
Throwin’ shade, gang-gang, ain’t gon’ let you get away with it (Uh-uh)
Throwin’ shade ’bout a ***, these niggas wearing capes and ***
Yeah, I can’t save no ***, I can’t save no ho
Yeah, I get paid my ***, can’t pay attention to no ho
Yeah, I just made a M, tryna make it again, times fo’
And they like, “What’s up with him?” ***, you already know (Yeah)
I hustle like my momma but I’m gangster like my daddy (Yeah)
I ran that money up and now it’s bustin’ through the attic (Yeah)
Yeah, now a *** up, yeah, ***, I’m up, never took a Addy
Yeah, trappin’ ass, rappin’ ass, ***, been had GRAMMYs
G-GRAMMYs
Been had GRAMMYs (Yeah)
Trappin’ ass, rappin’ ass, ***, been had GRAMMYs
Trappin’ ass, rappin’ ass, ***, been had, ayy
