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cash kidd - grandson lyrics

[verse 1:]
mark sold me some moonrock
that’s why im on the moon now
got a couple tools now
so you think you a goon huh?
yo b-tch a true thot
had to let her go like a cool cop
shoot you and put a hole in yo dude top, like a juice box
im grinding, we was too hot
im strapped you not
on my toes like a tube sock
with my niggas like boondocks
my b-tch say she love when i pull out that 1 shoe box
i ball like 2pac
wouldn’t change for a jukebox
d-mn these hoes dont even choose now
they just fucking the squad
come and fuck with my squad and get yo -ss sent up to god
pussy -ss nigga, bro just swiped yo b-tch a uber
she on her way now, once he pipe her come and scoop her
oh i heard you was a shooter
ion give no fucks though
cause the pussiest niggas be the first to bust tho
you might’ve did some dirt but you still a b-tch and you know it
anybody can shoot a gun, it ain’t hard to blow it aye
but im strapped cause these niggas ain’t playing fair
whole team in this b-tch, we can take it there
strapped at every show, when im sleep got the k in air
hit yo b-tch, while she blaze a square
to make her braid my hair

[hook:]
aye get yo bands long grandson
when you up, put yo mans on grandson
.40 heavy so my pants low grandson
diamonds getting they fucking dance on, grandson
no, no, no i can’t put none of you niggas on
day 1’s only you other niggas is hoes
hopped out the bed smoked 1, im in my zone aye
knots in my pants did all of this on my own baby

[verse 2:]
aye, my ex b-tch with a ham now
plus she be tryna catfish on the gram now
when i was down i couldn’t ask you for a handout
so when you see me whipping bands out, put yo hands down
watch yo mouth, we like to ride with that piece out
hotline jumping, like its tryna get a rebound
say what nigga ? off yo top like a freestyle
chase these hoes wish i would like a tree house
aye, if its beef im in yo yard like a sunflower
i hit a b-tch and then keep going, like a drunk driver
im bringing heat, you couldn’t stop it with a sun visor
i open doors for niggas to get on, im a bus driver
d-mn, man these wanna be’s ain’t cut like us
bring that drama to theirs not to ours, rough riders
d-mn, hide yo b-tch cause 1 of us swipers
shit i just call it like i see it, im a umpire

[pre-verse/post-hook]
aye, yea grandson aye gmoney thats my grandson
aye, what up live, thats my grandson
melly mel, don don my fucking grandson
my nigga monny, thats my grandson
my nigga mez in this b-tch what up grandson
yea, twan thats my grandson

[verse 3:]
touch me and im shooting, thats an and 1 grandson
you see it glued to my hip, 32 in the clip, 2 for the fit
who im gone hit?
this b-tch then fucked around and left a whole pool on my d-ck
but you get used to this shit, when yo pockets full of blue strips
nigga yea, my ex mad she said you think you famous
come and try me if you think im dangling
keep that big b-tch give me respect, like aretha franklin
facing loud, b-tch im fried like a piece of bacon

- cash kidd lyrics

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