Grammys (feat. 900 T.M)

Ayy, I been tryna maintain and keep focused The bag stay in motion, niggas hate, they bitches on us Was gon' drop a AP, but I thought the Fied was on us all white Srt I call that bitch Baking Soda Straight drop it to the oil, then you whip you up some overs Make a bitch do the split on the dick like she know yoga If I hit a bitch one time, then I'm cool, I don't wanna Catch me on Michigan Ave, stuffin' bags in the rental Or catch me shootin' down, tryna catch my head on center I let Brodie catch the heads when I run out and ain't got nothin I can't let you hold my heat, if I know you ain't gon' bust it I can tell you niggas broke when I talk pape, they change the subject Five thousand on a fit, I could've paid yo rent or something Neck worth a brick or something, turn yo main bitch to a runner I been lit for a lil' minute, me and Brodie, been some sippers Drought time, I was payin' 1,800 for each zipper Water whip it, blow it up and watch them bands stack up quicker Mack bust a U-turn, I got a head, down on Lisbon Long Live Celly I can hear yo voice while I'm in that kitchen Niggas cheap, better listen, it don't cost to pay attention Five thousand for these visions when I'm looking out these lenses Shake the blender with no problem, yeah, my brother is a wizard When he stand over that pot, yeah, jump like it's Tigger Diamonds dancin' harder than a Cinderella slipper And I can't stop from bending blocks, I think I'm addicted And I can't stop from pouring fours, I turn into a sipper The way I shoot to these heads, you would think I'm tippin The way these phones rock, you would think we fuckin' shifting In and out the state just to get a better feelin Stacked another 15 just to do my dental Got another 10 stuffed in some Louis denim Got another 10 stuffed in some Louis denim