Grandmas Boy - Boobie Lootaveli

Shit, come on, you like it, motherfucka

Ya dig?

(Ayy, ayy) Ayy (Ayy), ayy

Yeah, ayy, yeah (Huh?)

I don’t wanna have sex, bitch

I’m only here for the neck

Give me your social security number

So I run it up and I’ll leave you in debt

Hittin' on my beard with a razor, yeah

I’m cuttin' up like Gillette (Lil' Harse)

She seen me once and when she got it wet for me

Lil' bitch, never forget (Whoo), alright?

Yeah

Wonderin', who could it be?

(Who could it be?)

It’s me off a perc and I’m falling asleep (Whoop, whoop)

Still fall in love with a bitch (Huh?)

I fell in love with the money I made on the street (Yeah, yeah)

You know how cold it could be (Yeah)

Under my belly I’m tuckin' my heat (Tuckin' my heat)

He saw Jon Snow at the mall, he was shoppin'

My fans took a pic with him, thought it was me (Huh?)

Bighead, nah, won’t fold (Won't fold)

And my shooters ain’t worried' 'bout growin' old

Rattlesnake hoes stone cold (Stone cold)

White bitch with me sniffin' that Post Malone *sniff*

Might pour a lil' four for the background (Yeah)

Got trees on trees like a campground (Trap)

Send 56 babies in a Greyhound

You know, the larger the risk, the bigger the payout (Bitch!)

Only the real ones stay down

This couch cost more than the car that you pay now (Huh?)

Y’all don’t even know who to blame now

That’s why your bitch wanna fuck on me and the gang now

I get the profit and dip, I don’t hang out

Look like John Wick when I’m bringin' them things out

I break the back off a bitch 'til it gives out

Everyone gangsta 'til choppers get whipped out

Huh?

Damn, yeah

Everyone gangsta 'til choppers get whipped out

Ya dig?

(Lil Harse)

Look like John Wick when I’m bringin' them things out (Lil Harse)