free granny

(backwood stuffed full of gas

i think i'm smokin' on skittles right now

yeah)

i'm smokin' a backwood full of them skittles

i feel like craig stealin' boxes nigga

clip full of hollow tips

we don't box niggas

them bullets gon' spray

we pop rock niggas

your granny a pushover

my granny on that

we the ones shot at you boy

and you know that

sniper like sniper gang

i feel like kodak

don't push up on us 'cause we make niggas go back

back

back

to where you from

you can get cracked if you try somethin' dumb

strip your bitch ass

make you look like a bum

you think you a gangster

when you see me then dump

i'm still in the trenches

keep that on the low

push up on six seven when it's time to score

the plug bale is big

left him with an o

i still got the thirty when i'm in the store

you can get rolled

just like a backwood

he ain't really on it

he damn sure act good

this is designer

this shit not from pacsun

it's my shooter's birthday

i bought him a mac gun

we smokin' niggas

we don't smoke cigarettes

feel how you feel but keep me off your internet

i can't go to jail when it's time to get into that

we takin' souls

make niggas come get 'em back

we ridin' tinted

bitch we presidential

lil bro gon' pop you and hop in the rental

caught him on tour and we shot up his sprinter

after i fuck

bitch you toppin' my niggas

one shot gon' drop

we not no beginners

glock in the bubble cut

you think it's winter

pour up the drop and i watch that bitch fizzle

think somethin' sweet and get slapped with a pistol

yeah yeah

slap a nigga with a pistol nigga

yeah

leave some glock sand on your shit

and my phone ringing right now

my shit booming in the studio

gang gang bitch

yeah

fuck you mean

ooh

ooh

ooh

this beat go hard

he was boomin' that bitch

run off with packs

we be doin' that shit

run off with shit

leave him clueless as shit

find out where you stay

pull up shootin' and shit

a nigga touch me

i put two in his shit

you got a burner but what you gon' do with that bitch?

i got the glick but i like to get groovy and shit

i'm facing woods and you smoking doobies and shit

we got the gas but we not in la right now

cover the spot

load up them drakes right now

he thirteen

i bet he gon' lay somethin' down

i feel like a boxer

i got all these rounds

i got them shooters from everywhere dude

i came with them dogs

you better beware of them dudes

play with lil splurge

you can get leaked like nudes

he was tryna be famous

now he on the news

racks

racks

they in the gucci bag

he was lookin' too hard

had to shoot his ass

pull up in the black truck lookin' like who is that?

get hit with this four-five

hit him through the roof again

my shooters they under the bed like boogie man

glock-40 on me will turn a nigga handicapped

we with that smoke

we give a damn 'bout rap

i ain't gotta move

i just send a clan to wrap

(ooh

bitch

yeah

i said

i'ma just send a clan to that and wrap

fuck nigga play and get wrapped

bitch

not finna play with these lame ass bitches

yeah

yeah

yeah yeah

yeah yeah)