
Grandma YTB Fatt
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[Intro]
–'bout that
Right, ha
All that's good
I just want him to prosper and do, do good
That's what he wanna do, I'm with it
Yes, ma'am
I'm with it
That's right
On gang
Uh, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
They gave a young nigga like me a chance, they shoulda never did it (Uh)
Nigga ain't wait 'til that cheese came, when I was at Warsaw, who was with me?
And I just talked to my grandma, they still hittin' switches through her kitchen
And she don't wanna leave that house, so I tell they ass green light on blitzes
Nigga, I'm the hope of this city (West Memphis)
I got OG's breakin' out fifties (racks)
Maybach two hundred and fifty
Boy, I'm from the couch to a fucking ticket (Uh)
I be helpin' my young niggas with they problems while my soul stay lifted
And I don't say I'm the richest (To shit on 'em)
I say it to motivate these niggas
What you 'bout two fifty in a duffel?
I make killers put that switch down and hustle
I make models eat makeup off covers
I make bitches tighten up on they bundles
And a solid young nigga like me, you'll never find another
And I motivate youngins to turn they hustle up and take care they mother
–'bout that
Right, ha
All that's good
I just want him to prosper and do, do good
That's what he wanna do, I'm with it
Yes, ma'am
I'm with it
That's right
On gang
Uh, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
They gave a young nigga like me a chance, they shoulda never did it (Uh)
Nigga ain't wait 'til that cheese came, when I was at Warsaw, who was with me?
And I just talked to my grandma, they still hittin' switches through her kitchen
And she don't wanna leave that house, so I tell they ass green light on blitzes
Nigga, I'm the hope of this city (West Memphis)
I got OG's breakin' out fifties (racks)
Maybach two hundred and fifty
Boy, I'm from the couch to a fucking ticket (Uh)
I be helpin' my young niggas with they problems while my soul stay lifted
And I don't say I'm the richest (To shit on 'em)
I say it to motivate these niggas
What you 'bout two fifty in a duffel?
I make killers put that switch down and hustle
I make models eat makeup off covers
I make bitches tighten up on they bundles
And a solid young nigga like me, you'll never find another
And I motivate youngins to turn they hustle up and take care they mother
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