Grape by The Governor (Michael B.) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Stole an iPhone in the hood
Call that Applejack's
Fresh snapback
Like im Miller Mac
Hoes giving birth on the stairs
Call that stepchild
Getting wings at St. Louis'
Drake be like get mild
Once had a phone in jail
Called it cellphone
Now I'm tripping like Kevin Ware
Breaking my leg bone
69 with my ex
Call that exposition
Now I'm dressed like a missionary
Going on a mission
I skate when I'm bored
Call that skateboard
Yeah and I drive Ford
Not a royal like I'm Lorde
Tripped on my phone charger
Call that power trip
I think I'm J. Cole
Even got the same lip
Got my grandma on speed dial
Call that Instagram
By the way
Y'all should follow me on Instagram
I don't really know
Where I'm going with this rap
Pay 2 dollars at Wendy's
Get that chicken wrap
25 cents on a yo-yo
Call that quarterback
Driving down Grove Street
Like where the Balla's at
I got my textbook
It's written by Ramlochan
Where the hell is he from
Sound like it Pakistan
Batman's sidekick's fat
Call that Robin Thicke
Not from experience
But I hear he's got a long dick
Secrets in my post moves
Call that postal code
I'm done with these metaphors
Time to go beast mode
[Verse 2]
Hit 'em in the back
Like a motherfucking track
Got no snacks
On my towel racks
And I bring it back
Like I'm sacked
Stacking racks
Hit the pack
Like I'm Jack Black
Take a nap
It's the weight that makes the wait feel like
You wanna celebrate and serenade
Come on time like a date
Motherfuckers no one bates
Come in late
Like they wanna be mates
And they wanna be great
Like the one wearing number 23 as he soars through the air
Like he's got no breaks
Got no skates
Skating through the air without a care
Like no one's there
Ain't go back
Back to bed
Cus' he's scared
Cut off head
Lamborghini
System jumping
New Bughatti
2 Bughatti's
Black Ferrari
Rastafari
Poppin' mollies
Gettin' bodied
New white Audi
Like Kid Cudi
Im somebody
Ain't nobody
Push to start it
Doing it honest
Black Somali's
Popping mollies
Stole an iPhone in the hood
Call that Applejack's
Fresh snapback
Like im Miller Mac
Hoes giving birth on the stairs
Call that stepchild
Getting wings at St. Louis'
Drake be like get mild
Once had a phone in jail
Called it cellphone
Now I'm tripping like Kevin Ware
Breaking my leg bone
69 with my ex
Call that exposition
Now I'm dressed like a missionary
Going on a mission
I skate when I'm bored
Call that skateboard
Yeah and I drive Ford
Not a royal like I'm Lorde
Tripped on my phone charger
Call that power trip
I think I'm J. Cole
Even got the same lip
Got my grandma on speed dial
Call that Instagram
By the way
Y'all should follow me on Instagram
I don't really know
Where I'm going with this rap
Pay 2 dollars at Wendy's
Get that chicken wrap
25 cents on a yo-yo
Call that quarterback
Driving down Grove Street
Like where the Balla's at
I got my textbook
It's written by Ramlochan
Where the hell is he from
Sound like it Pakistan
Batman's sidekick's fat
Call that Robin Thicke
Not from experience
But I hear he's got a long dick
Secrets in my post moves
Call that postal code
I'm done with these metaphors
Time to go beast mode
[Verse 2]
Hit 'em in the back
Like a motherfucking track
Got no snacks
On my towel racks
And I bring it back
Like I'm sacked
Stacking racks
Hit the pack
Like I'm Jack Black
Take a nap
It's the weight that makes the wait feel like
You wanna celebrate and serenade
Come on time like a date
Motherfuckers no one bates
Come in late
Like they wanna be mates
And they wanna be great
Like the one wearing number 23 as he soars through the air
Like he's got no breaks
Got no skates
Skating through the air without a care
Like no one's there
Ain't go back
Back to bed
Cus' he's scared
Cut off head
Lamborghini
System jumping
New Bughatti
2 Bughatti's
Black Ferrari
Rastafari
Poppin' mollies
Gettin' bodied
New white Audi
Like Kid Cudi
Im somebody
Ain't nobody
Push to start it
Doing it honest
Black Somali's
Popping mollies