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Key Glock – Grammys Lyrics

song lyrics “Grammys” by Key Glock

(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, 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’ 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 love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck
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)
And no, I trust nobody but my guts (My guts)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, codeine in my guts (Phew, phew, phew, yeah)
Fell in love with codeine, so I poured the shit up in the crush (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
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, I might just take my hat off, fuck around, pull out a rabbit (Like that)
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), can’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?” 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
Yeah, trappin’ ass, rappin’ ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs

G-GRAMMYs
Been had GRAMMYs (Yeah)
Trappin’ ass, rappin’ ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs
Trappin’ ass, rappin’ ass, nigga, ayy

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