graves – meta lyrics
[verse 1: bbno$]
cash a groupon and i’ll smash it ’til dawn, she probably thinks i’m a moron, ayy
rip a girl’s thong but i put it back on ’cause it smell like prawn with aurums
whipping in a brick, ain’t really moving sh-t, the wheels on me straight, ayy ayy ayy ayy
trapping so hard my grades just dropped, out here just giving no f-cks, uh
boujee -ss bit with a brand new wrist, god d-mn that bit be a thick one, ayy
brand new whip, with a brand new fit, and a brand new clip in my stick, yeah
wrist be a kilo, got it on the down low, f-ck you up easy it’s a free throw, yeah
hundred gram blunt, yeah ‘course i gotta stunt, yeah, over here flexing with ya mom, what
[verse 2: bbno$]
whipping so fast, like baby slow down, nah boy, you stunt like a clown, yeah
skrtting all around, ’cause i got a quarter pound, yeah, free sh-t for my whole town, yeah
40 on my set, with the big names met, like f-ck that, sipping on tech, yeah
turnt -ss set, where i broke my back, yeah, gotta stay hard on trap, yeah
pop a tic-tac, yeah f-ck your crack, yeah ‘course i’m puffin on green, yeah
ain’t that mean, got a brand new team, and i’m vaped up to my jeans, yeah
five times ten is ten times five, gosh darn, i’m good at math
candid bars, with a xannie bar, oh lord, i spit the truth, b-tch
[verse 3: bbno$]
mama told me ball ’til you’re kobe, man i love pierogies
dripping in gold, yeah dripping so much, yeah whoops i made a pool, b-tch
grind ’til i die, yeah i’m really so fly, i’m out here looking like a plane, yeah
shop for the ice, i’m blind like mice, yeah, ’cause she thinking i’m hot, yeah
scr-pping the pot, whipping the brick, mama told me not to go hit a l1ck
grind everyday, cop me on rollie, saucing on you like i’m alfredo penne
man it’s so lit, drank all of it, soon as the bill comes i gotta go ditch
flex with my wrist, check on the time, dunno if i got the time for a dime, b-tch
[verse 4: bbno$]
skrtting so fast, don’t got much cash, f-ck up the gold, yeah i’m into the br-ss
broke out the cast, got you on blast, your girl’s in my bed and she’s showing the -ss
flooring the gas, p-ssing the gas, newton said that i am more than the m-ss
skipping the cl-ss, chasing the gr-ss, let me get my paper, need to relax
copping the dons, rocking the toms, ‘course i’m so high, i just hit up a bong
wonning the tons, magic like johns, spun out the game like it’s wheel of fortune
p to the kan, jovi to bon, my d-ck the same size as a bbc dong
calling my mom with lean in my scone, had to tell her that i’m trapping so strong
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