(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy

They say I look just like my mama
but I act just like my daddy
Yup, I'm straight out the trap
I figured out how to live lavish (yeah)
All these bitches love me
most of these niggas can't stand me
Real trapper, slash rapper, nigga, yup
I been had GRAMMYs (uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Uh, trappin' out my granny's
I had 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' bitch with a natural bust
said she wanna fuck me in the back of my truck
But I told her: I don't pay to fuck
I don't even love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck (what?)
Uh, diamonds on me, sayin': Knuck if you buck
Uh, baguette, AP, hockey puck (Ice)
I told these niggas: I don't give no fucks (uh-uh)
I told these bitches, I don't give two fucks (uh-uh, uh-uh)
And I don't trust nobody but my guts (My guts)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, floatin' in my guts (yeah)
Fell in love with codeine
so I poured the shit up in the crush (phew, phew, yeah)
Tired of niggas actin' like they know me
yeah, they know what's up (what's up?)
And I ain't really with that sneak dissin'
niggas know what's up (yeah)
They say I look just like my mama
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' to somethin'
they think a nigga know magic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I might just take my hat off
fuck around, pull out a rabbit
They say I look just like my mama
and I act just like my daddy (yeah)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah
I still keep that ratchet (yeah)
And I turn nothin' to somethin'
they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off
fuck 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ten chains, ten whips
they say I'm on that rapper shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I used to make plays on top of plays, paid menace shit
I'm self-made, counterfeit-ass niggas
I can't hang with them (uh-uh)
Throwin' shade, gang-gang
ain't gon' let you get away with it (uh-uh)
Throwin' shade 'bout a bitch
these niggas wearing capes and shit
Yeah, I can't save no bitch (what?) , I can't save no ho
Yeah, I get paid my nigga (yeah)
don't pay attention to no ho
Yeah, I just made a M (yeah) , tryna make it again, times fo'
And they like: What's up with him?
(what's up?) Bitch, you already know (yeah)
I hustle like my mama but I'm gangster like my daddy (yeah)
I ran that money up
and now it's bustin' through the attic (phew, phew, yeah)
Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah, bitch
I'm up, never took a Addy (uh-uh)
Yeah, trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs

G-GRAMMYs
Been had GRAMMYs (yeah, yeah)
Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs
Trappin' ass, rappin' ass, nigga, ayy, uh