Lil Keed - Grandparents Lyrics

(Yeah, I'm makin' red but my beat came from Bloublood
You know what I'm sayin'?)

I ain't sparin' none of these people, I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four line left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this ho suck drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
Had this money growin' old like grandparents
Outside white but the inside cranberry (ayy)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (ayy)
Ain't doin' favors for a motherf*ckin' lame

Presidential Rollie, yeah, I had to rock it plain
Yeah, I went panorama roof on the whip
To make sure I see the stars in the rain
You can do what you do but you know you can't tame it
It get aired out broad day but you know they tellin' names, man
Yeah, I want the pressure, I'll send 'em young niggas chop it down every day, man
I wanna see somebody head on the curtain, I wanna see somebody dead in they 'Vert
Hit the Aventador with them 716's, you can't go nowhere
Yeah, please stop playin' with Keed, just know that I go there
I seen a lot of shit, nigga ain't never seen, they ain't never go there
You can f*ck my baby mama, I ain't trippin', I never put a ring on her
Yeah, when I take off and depart, I'm goin' where my dreams at, yeah
I never speak on what I know, nigga, 'cause I'm real, yeah, yeah
Y'all ain't go Bentley Truck never drive the ring, yeah, yeah

I ain't sparin' none of these people, I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four line left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this ho suck drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
Had this money growin' old like grandparents
Outside white but the inside cranberry (ayy)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (ayy)
Ain't doin' favors for a motherf*ckin' lame

Hell yeah, yeah, when I pull up in a Bentley
I got rings in my nose, I got rings in my face
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, despite what I'm talkin', yeah
I know that I'm straight, yeah, I know that I'm great
Hell yeah, yeah, when I get the mills in
Yeah, I'm scrapin' on the side, yeah, I'm scrapin' on the plate
Gotta stay good with it, gotta put them bands on my mama so she good livin'
Leave a nigga dead, shoulda, woulda, but I could do it
I tend to boss up when it's time for it, man, I gotta win the prize
Gotta go get it for a baby, now she gotta make sure that I grind
I never lost, gotta see what goin' on, got a city on my climb
Gotta keep a hundred-fifty on me, gotta keep a couple dimes
I put the lights out when it's night time, okay
Yeah, I'm determined, got ambition on me, tryna make a way
Think a nigga slippin', I go and get it trippin', go 'head and get it a K
Ride with F&N's, Dracos, AK's

I ain't sparin' none of these people, I'll leave it up to my wrist
Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
You ain't takin' losses, I ain't takin' none either
Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
Four line left, pour it in a two-liter
Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
Yeah, this ho suck drip up, mosquito
And I'm stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
Had this money growin' old like grandparents
Outside white but the inside cranberry (ayy)
I'll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (ayy)
Ain't doin' favors for a motherf*ckin' lame