Grammys Lyrics By Key Glock

Key Glock Lyrics

Here is the official lyrics to Key Glock's new single titled 'Grammys', read the lyrics and sing along. Grammys was released on March 25th, produced by Figurez Made It and King Wonka, the song is the introductory track on Key Glock's new album, Yellow Tape 2 (Deluxe).

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Key Glock - Grammys Lyrics

Intro
(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy

Verse
They say I look just like my mama but I act just like my daddy
Yup, I'm straight out the trap, I figured out how to live lavish (Yeah)
All these bitches love me, most of these niggas can't stand me
Real trapper, slash rapper, nigga, yup, I been had GRAMMYs
Uh, trapping out my granny's, I hit broccoli, I had candy, yup
Hundred racks in my fanny pack and a thirty round under my jacket, yup
Look at my gang, they adding up, the opps like, "Man, he ain't letting up"
Bad lil' bitch with a natural bust, said she wanna fuck me in the back of my truck
But I told her, "I don't pay to fuck"
I don't love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck
Uh, diamonds on me, saying, "Knuck if you buck"
Uh, baguette, AP, hockey puck (Ice)
I told these niggas, "I don't give no fucks" (Uh-uh)
I told these bitches, I don't give two fucks" (Uh-uh)
And no, I trust nobody but my guts (My guts)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, floating in my guts (Yeah)
Fell in love with codeine, so I poured the shit up in the crush (Phew, phew, phew, yeah)
Tired of niggas acting like they know me, yeah, they know what's up (What's up?)
And I ain't really with that sneak dissing, niggas know what's up
They say I look just like my mama and I act just like my daddy (Glizock)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothing to something, they think a nigga know magic (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck around, pull out a rabbit (Like that)
They say I look just like my mama and I act just like my daddy (Yeah)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet (Yeah)
And I turn nothin' to something, they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, fuck around, pull out a rabbit
Once you get it, then you double it and keep stacking (Yeah)
I really know some niggas, they made millions off of packages (Yeah)
These niggas stealing drip and yeah, I think I'm finna patent it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ten chains, ten whips, they say I'm on that rapper shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I used to make plays on top of plays, paid menace shit
I'm self-made, counterfeit-ass niggas, I can't hang with them (Uh-uh)
Throwing shade, gang-gang, ain't gon' let you get away with it (Uh-uh)
Throwing shade 'bout a bitch, these niggas wearing capes and shit
Yeah, I can't save no bitch (What?), I can't save no ho
Yeah, I get paid my nigga (Yeah), can't pay attention to no ho
Yeah, I just made a M (Yeah), tryna make it again, times fo'
And they like, "What's up with him?" (What's up?) Bitch, you already know (Yeah)
I hustle like my mama but I'm gangster like my daddy (Yeah)
I ran that money up and now it's busting through the attic (Phew, phew, yeah)
Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah, bitch, I'm up, never took a Addy (Uh-uh)
Yeah, trapping ass, rapping ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs