More songs by Lefty Gunplay
Description
Main Artist: Lefty Gunplay
Main Artist: Tadoe
Producer: damnjames!
Producer: Ty Dolla $ign
Composer Lyricist: Franklin Scott Holladay
Composer Lyricist: Darron Rose
Composer Lyricist: James Royo
Composer Lyricist: Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Composer Lyricist: Anthony David Orozco
Lyrics and translation
Original
Come on from the top. We tryna get a motherfucking Grammy, fuck it.
-Damn, James. -Fuck it, we gon' get a Grammy.
-OTR. -This one, this a Grammy flow.
-It's Steppy Gump, boy! -Allison, Allison.
God send me an angel -when I'm weak. -Pretty squeeze cheese.
-Locked up in jail, I had no food to eat. -Owee!
-So what if I blow a deal for the jewelry? -Who, me?
Homie love is temporary, bitch, I love you cheap.
-Yeah.
-That's a decision you gotta make for you and me. She said that she love it here like this where the shooters be.
-Yep.
-I be hitting her from the back, she wear -my jewelry. -What? What, what, what?
Oh, great, uh. He wanna catch a fade, tell him meet me at the park. He pull up after night,
I'ma let it spark. He ain't wanna catch a scrap when he ain't got a heart.
He can get hit with this TN, he ain't got a dart.
Nigga sweeter than a pickle, get hit with this nickel. Wanna make a play with me, ain't no mess in the middle.
Any nigga play with me, got sent to the spital.
Niggas always wanna link, then, nigga, it's a blowout. Soon as a nigga blink, nigga, it's a throwout.
Anytime you see me, nigga, I'ma be glowed down. Anytime you with me, nigga, it can go down.
Any nigga that's with me, nigga know he blow rounds.
In the mansion posted up, me and gang blow pounds.
In the mansion posted up, me and gang blow pounds.
Yeah, more bounce to the ounce. Big ass chops, he's hiding in my grandma's house.
Yeah, size up, what? Lil Bow Wow, yippie yi, yippie yo, yippie yay on the gang.
Yeah, and I'm sipping on some sizzurp.
Bitch so thick on the gang, I think her -hips hurt. -Owee!
Mister, realer on the roof.
I'ma get rid of all of these Latino rappers, I'll be -the truth. -Yep.
So fresh and so clean, clean. This is them glory days, bitch, it's the dream team.
This ain't no big shot, bitch, this some real lean.
Two big-ass guns hanging out -the side of my jeans.
-Nigga, I got a big bag, I'm passing gift back. Any nigga play with me, they ass get gift wrapped.
Nigga, I'm sipping real drinks, this ain't that Big Sad. If I let this clip off, niggas gon' be big mad.
Drilla. In the mansion posted up, me and gang blow pounds.
In the mansion posted up, me and gang blow pounds.
Damn,
James.
Allison, Allison!