Key Glock - Grammys Lyrics

(Get the bag, King Wonka)

Ayy
They say I look just like my mama but I ate just like my daddy
Yup, I'm straight up 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 grannys, 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 then add it 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"
Yeah, 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 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 (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 ate just like my daddy (Glizock)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
When I turn nothin' into somethin', they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck around pull out a rabbit (voila)
(They say I look just like my mama and I ate just like my daddy
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
When I turn nothin' into somethin', they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck around pull out a rabbit) (voila)
First you get it, then you double and keep stackin'
Yeah, I really know some niggas that made some millions off of packages
These niggas stealin' drip and, yeah, I think I'm finna patent it
Ten chains, ten whips, they say I'm on that rapper shit
I used to make plays on top of plays, Payton Manning shit
I'm self-made, counterfeit-ass niggas, I can't hang with 'em
Throwin' shade, gang-gang, ain't gon' let you get away with it
Throwin' shade 'bout a bitch, these niggas wearin' capes and shit
Yeah, I can't save no bitch, I can't save no ho (what?)
Yeah, I get paid my nigga, can't pay attention to no ho (yeah)
Yeah, I just made a M, tryna make it again, times four (yeah)
Ayy, they like, "What's up with him?" Bitch, you already know (what's up?)
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 (yeah)
Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah, bitch, I'm up, never took a addy (uh-uh)
Yeah, a trappin' ass rappin' ass nigga, been had GRAMMYs

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