Grow Up Rugrats by Trunks London Lyrics
Hook: I woke up
Slap ya girl on the ass, smoke this blunt while I thumb through this check
He post up
I ain't savin' ya hoe, you don't see a S on my chest
Just post love
Money coming in, I ain't worried bout my fucking ex
Grow Up
You don't want smoke uh, leave you niggas toast (2x)
Verse 1: Hey, Hey (hey)
She just wanna be backstage (mhmm)
Told her she can't, hang with the gang (you can't)
Fuck her make her, feel my pain
Slime drip blood in the rain
Slime gon wipe his nose, trigger go off then BANG!
D'angelo Russell, ice all in my veins
Ice all in my veins, think a nigga on the phone with Johnny Dang
If she wanna speak, she gotta pay
Dick make her run, like a relay
And these niggas some actors, they love the screen play
Messages from my bank yeah
I just got a check today yeah
I just might flex ok yeah
Vlone on me 'til the grave
She just want me to stay (no)
I gotta go, I gotta go (I gotta go)
I let ya know, I gotta go
Hook: I woke up
Slap ya girl on the ass, smoke this blunt while I thumb through this check
He post up
I ain't savin' ya hoe, you don't see a S on my chest
Just post love
Money coming in, I ain't worried bout my fucking ex
Grow Up
You don't want smoke uh, leave you niggas toast (2x)
Verse 2: She playing games, but I'm not for jokes
Talking too much, just shut up give me throat
Talking too much, I hit mute on the remote
I see the snakes through the scope
Perky xanny combo, perc and xan for the cope
I put my trust in the hoe, can't fuck wit y'all y'all do the most
Ate the goat, now I'm the goat
Speed racer, I can't drive slow
Drive that shit like it's NASCAR, I drive that shit like a pro
Line drive it right in ya hoe
You still mad, boy I let that shit go
I know you know
I know, I know you know
Hook: I woke up
Slap ya girl on the ass, smoke this blunt while I thumb through this check (uh-huh)
He post up
I ain't savin' ya hoe, you don't see a S on my chest (huh)
Just post love
Money coming in, I ain't worried bout my fucking ex (yeah)
Grow Up
Slap ya girl on the ass, smoke this blunt while I thumb through this check
He post up
I ain't savin' ya hoe, you don't see a S on my chest
Just post love
Money coming in, I ain't worried bout my fucking ex
Grow Up
You don't want smoke uh, leave you niggas toast (2x)
Verse 1: Hey, Hey (hey)
She just wanna be backstage (mhmm)
Told her she can't, hang with the gang (you can't)
Fuck her make her, feel my pain
Slime drip blood in the rain
Slime gon wipe his nose, trigger go off then BANG!
D'angelo Russell, ice all in my veins
Ice all in my veins, think a nigga on the phone with Johnny Dang
If she wanna speak, she gotta pay
Dick make her run, like a relay
And these niggas some actors, they love the screen play
Messages from my bank yeah
I just got a check today yeah
I just might flex ok yeah
Vlone on me 'til the grave
She just want me to stay (no)
I gotta go, I gotta go (I gotta go)
I let ya know, I gotta go
Hook: I woke up
Slap ya girl on the ass, smoke this blunt while I thumb through this check
He post up
I ain't savin' ya hoe, you don't see a S on my chest
Just post love
Money coming in, I ain't worried bout my fucking ex
Grow Up
You don't want smoke uh, leave you niggas toast (2x)
Verse 2: She playing games, but I'm not for jokes
Talking too much, just shut up give me throat
Talking too much, I hit mute on the remote
I see the snakes through the scope
Perky xanny combo, perc and xan for the cope
I put my trust in the hoe, can't fuck wit y'all y'all do the most
Ate the goat, now I'm the goat
Speed racer, I can't drive slow
Drive that shit like it's NASCAR, I drive that shit like a pro
Line drive it right in ya hoe
You still mad, boy I let that shit go
I know you know
I know, I know you know
Hook: I woke up
Slap ya girl on the ass, smoke this blunt while I thumb through this check (uh-huh)
He post up
I ain't savin' ya hoe, you don't see a S on my chest (huh)
Just post love
Money coming in, I ain't worried bout my fucking ex (yeah)
Grow Up