Grammy Family by Keanu Jones Lyrics
Damn it can't be
Infamous, LG; The Grammy family
And these pussy niggas fucked; go scan for plan b
Hopping out the Camry, on cam for tv
No playing, it's clear to see
No playing, it's clear to see
It's; me
But these niggas think I'm acting new
And their bitches hear me rapping, so they snapping nudes
I only fuck with twin bitches, so I don't have to choose
You go against us, it's not even a choice, nigga you'll have to lose
My bitch a lot tougher than you niggas, I swear she'll smack a few
It's a celebration bitches, come enjoy me
I just cum in joy, rih, & leave the h; or a g
Making love faces, with your main bitch, then record deez
I just touched base; all the hoes that ain't support me
Begging me to let them pleasure me, I let them then a quarter key
Blows
My bitch from puerto rico
But she don't speak no
Engles, no habla
All she know is papa
& jaja; I'm sipping mattes; we need the weed rolled
Im married to the money, greens my last like cee lo
I once had a dream yo
But no mlk shit
I was in between some bitches who was doing some gay shit
It looked like a scene of teens straight out of movie
Then we dived in the jacuzzi, while I dived in the coochi
And these niggas gon be hating till the casket drop
And these niggas gon be thugs till they ass get popped
I'm on a whole different level, punching bags with pac
Line for line with big
Comparing bars with nas
I swear this game need me
I swear you lames need beef to sell
If I don't diss then I'm weak & frail
But I'll end your whole career, with a decent 12
Not even 16, this shit mean; this keef you smell
You niggas always claim you shooting; you be aiming for charts
Making love shit & clubs hits; faking from start
I'll play your spade; we'll bet diamonds on your life on your heart
He fold; cause he know, playing those cards ain't smart
Cause he know, bet you ain't no that
& I get yo ho so wet
You get her like a flow mat
In the summer, let me hold that
They asked can I go dumber, she want lumber; so she slow jacked
Want my number; ain't get that?
She a virgin? I hit that
Damn it can't be; infamous lg, the Grammy family
With some bitches on my dick & these roshes on my feet
With a rello in my mouth, nigga I can't even speak
Why these niggas wanna beef?
Why they got problems with me?
But when they see me in the streets; suddenly they forget their tweets
And I feel that shit is weak
If you diss don't be discrete
Let me know you think I suck
I'll let you know I gives no fucks
I won't be salty at all; maybe some; but shit so what
I can't take no criticism, when I'm spitting uppercuts
And I'm only 17, I ain't even hit the clubbo
No I.d. but I be still beating on a slut ho
No c.b. I mean that platonic, I'm kicking Ebonics, no trouble
Matter fact, let me get a dub bro
....& I just blew 80 on 4/20
That's 4 20's for dummies; give me more money
I had to stop making records, but trust me; more coming
You need to stop talking reckless; before your pores bloody
Oh buddy, oh lordy; thanks for blessing me
If you add a bit of envy from the niggas next to me
Add a dash, of all the hoes that wanna have sex with me
Add the stash, from when I had to hide & dodge a felony
Add half of snitch niggas that can't wait to tell on me
And mix it all together, for the best rapper recipe
I'm in a different zone, cause I zoned out
I stopped focusing on what that bullshit about
I stopped paying attention; couldn't afford to
But now I'm paying my dues; just to support you
So please support me
Floor seats feel the court sweeped
Close enough to see d. rose up in that giorgio
That's how I wanna be
I waited faithfully
All the people that pray for me
Made a way for me; a or b
A: ima make it; with my people behind me
B: ima make it, with my people behind me
There's no no for an answer, I ain't taking that
Arc on that saw slice; you won't razorback I'm saying
My nigga
I don't know what the fuck all them niggas on
But years from now; you gone realize why all them niggas gone
And years from now, you gone hear me on each and every song
Till I'm ghost; but then I'm pac, Grammy family bitch we out!
And they thought this shit was over but this shit still going
I be digging all in her guts, till she feel so bloated
All this verses be uppercuts, think that mayweather wrote it
But I'm just way better focused; high off potion, niggas get notions
That I'm blowing up
Bitches bras bulimic; how they throw em up
When they see a nigga spit the meanest, they come roll with us
Been gone for awhile, niggas saying I can't spit
Started talking hella foul, boy you know these tecs don't miss
Ain't no refs in this shit
Nigga I rest in your bitch
I left my nest on her thighs
You be arresting and shit
I came all in her eyes
While y'all was texting and shit
She said these kids in her face; you thought that ho baby sit
And I be on crazy shit
Giving permission, go & talk & run
Cause I be on shaky shit, when I let them bullets park in son
And I hate when people hit my weed I can't stand it
I mean nigga you gotta pay ten if you wanna let your man in
Book of eli, I'm a giant
Your an ant, and I'm a soldier
Like gi, cause i take them ants out & this shit is over
No more closure, I'm exposing; ima soldier; you're a soulja boy
Infamous; the hottest out this bitch; I thought I told ya boi
Infamous, LG; The Grammy family
And these pussy niggas fucked; go scan for plan b
Hopping out the Camry, on cam for tv
No playing, it's clear to see
No playing, it's clear to see
It's; me
But these niggas think I'm acting new
And their bitches hear me rapping, so they snapping nudes
I only fuck with twin bitches, so I don't have to choose
You go against us, it's not even a choice, nigga you'll have to lose
My bitch a lot tougher than you niggas, I swear she'll smack a few
It's a celebration bitches, come enjoy me
I just cum in joy, rih, & leave the h; or a g
Making love faces, with your main bitch, then record deez
I just touched base; all the hoes that ain't support me
Begging me to let them pleasure me, I let them then a quarter key
Blows
My bitch from puerto rico
But she don't speak no
Engles, no habla
All she know is papa
& jaja; I'm sipping mattes; we need the weed rolled
Im married to the money, greens my last like cee lo
I once had a dream yo
But no mlk shit
I was in between some bitches who was doing some gay shit
It looked like a scene of teens straight out of movie
Then we dived in the jacuzzi, while I dived in the coochi
And these niggas gon be hating till the casket drop
And these niggas gon be thugs till they ass get popped
I'm on a whole different level, punching bags with pac
Line for line with big
Comparing bars with nas
I swear this game need me
I swear you lames need beef to sell
If I don't diss then I'm weak & frail
But I'll end your whole career, with a decent 12
Not even 16, this shit mean; this keef you smell
You niggas always claim you shooting; you be aiming for charts
Making love shit & clubs hits; faking from start
I'll play your spade; we'll bet diamonds on your life on your heart
He fold; cause he know, playing those cards ain't smart
Cause he know, bet you ain't no that
& I get yo ho so wet
You get her like a flow mat
In the summer, let me hold that
They asked can I go dumber, she want lumber; so she slow jacked
Want my number; ain't get that?
She a virgin? I hit that
Damn it can't be; infamous lg, the Grammy family
With some bitches on my dick & these roshes on my feet
With a rello in my mouth, nigga I can't even speak
Why these niggas wanna beef?
Why they got problems with me?
But when they see me in the streets; suddenly they forget their tweets
And I feel that shit is weak
If you diss don't be discrete
Let me know you think I suck
I'll let you know I gives no fucks
I won't be salty at all; maybe some; but shit so what
I can't take no criticism, when I'm spitting uppercuts
And I'm only 17, I ain't even hit the clubbo
No I.d. but I be still beating on a slut ho
No c.b. I mean that platonic, I'm kicking Ebonics, no trouble
Matter fact, let me get a dub bro
....& I just blew 80 on 4/20
That's 4 20's for dummies; give me more money
I had to stop making records, but trust me; more coming
You need to stop talking reckless; before your pores bloody
Oh buddy, oh lordy; thanks for blessing me
If you add a bit of envy from the niggas next to me
Add a dash, of all the hoes that wanna have sex with me
Add the stash, from when I had to hide & dodge a felony
Add half of snitch niggas that can't wait to tell on me
And mix it all together, for the best rapper recipe
I'm in a different zone, cause I zoned out
I stopped focusing on what that bullshit about
I stopped paying attention; couldn't afford to
But now I'm paying my dues; just to support you
So please support me
Floor seats feel the court sweeped
Close enough to see d. rose up in that giorgio
That's how I wanna be
I waited faithfully
All the people that pray for me
Made a way for me; a or b
A: ima make it; with my people behind me
B: ima make it, with my people behind me
There's no no for an answer, I ain't taking that
Arc on that saw slice; you won't razorback I'm saying
My nigga
I don't know what the fuck all them niggas on
But years from now; you gone realize why all them niggas gone
And years from now, you gone hear me on each and every song
Till I'm ghost; but then I'm pac, Grammy family bitch we out!
And they thought this shit was over but this shit still going
I be digging all in her guts, till she feel so bloated
All this verses be uppercuts, think that mayweather wrote it
But I'm just way better focused; high off potion, niggas get notions
That I'm blowing up
Bitches bras bulimic; how they throw em up
When they see a nigga spit the meanest, they come roll with us
Been gone for awhile, niggas saying I can't spit
Started talking hella foul, boy you know these tecs don't miss
Ain't no refs in this shit
Nigga I rest in your bitch
I left my nest on her thighs
You be arresting and shit
I came all in her eyes
While y'all was texting and shit
She said these kids in her face; you thought that ho baby sit
And I be on crazy shit
Giving permission, go & talk & run
Cause I be on shaky shit, when I let them bullets park in son
And I hate when people hit my weed I can't stand it
I mean nigga you gotta pay ten if you wanna let your man in
Book of eli, I'm a giant
Your an ant, and I'm a soldier
Like gi, cause i take them ants out & this shit is over
No more closure, I'm exposing; ima soldier; you're a soulja boy
Infamous; the hottest out this bitch; I thought I told ya boi