Grandma Songtext

G-Star on my denim
Count fifty racks inside
Codeine got me lazy so she ride
We tryna send an opp to go meet Buddha
Hit your bitch in some Gucci flip-flops, I feel like Future
My mama said I'm blessed
If they got bulletproof vests, we gon' put it to the test
Don't need smoke, don't need hoes like I'm Ryan Seacrest
Saw your girl out in public and I swear I'm not impressed
In LA in a coupe trying to catch the sunset

I'm a star, grandma, everybody loves your grandson
When I ain't had no racks, I was stealin' shit from PacSun
Now I trip for days
We'll spin a opp block like a Beyblade, huh
XD leave him stretched out
Fashion Nova fit had a bitch whole chest out
I call the shots like a Lieutenant
Bankroll got nothing less than a dub in it, uh If I send a blitz, they gon' get it, uh
I run with the snakes so the slimes stay hissing