Letra de Grandma’s Crib - Tory Lanez

(Feat. [])

We was just some little niggas, niggas

On and off the corner

Just wanna be a baller, baller

I was just a little nigga

Just, just a little nigga

And I hit my lil' lick

Same day I got rich (Uh)

Then I

Had to drop six hundred on the whip

Young nigga comin' out the 6, nigga

Grandma kicked a nigga out the crib

Now where the fuck am I supposed to live, nigga?

God, help a nigga get it how I live

'Cause I was in the kitchen with the whip, nigga

Young nigga found out quick

This trappin' shit ain't really where it is, nigga

I just want the money when I come in the bank

Fishin' for the snitches like there's one in the tank

See the teller talkin' when I come to the bank

Shit, I'm the realest, number one in the rank

You know I had to plot for a new wrist

Jack Tripper bubble cup, paint Cool Whip

These niggas try to hit me with a full clip

I admit it, I was slippin' on my bullshit

Then I hopped in it

Fitted with my niggas, talkin' armageddon

Yeah, what come around goin' back around

But I ain't got the time to let the karma get him

Nigga did it for a new wrist, uh

Had to put him on a news clip

Went from workin' down at Mickey D's

To eatin' out at the Ruth's Chris

The roaches would crawl at my crib on the floor, man, I came up from nothin'

Was fourteen and rollin' with niggas so cold that it ain't no discussion

Bought me a 40, I got me a 40, hope cops don't come for me

But when you live up in that jungle, them niggas try shot for your lonely

I'm up in the 600

My mind on that quick money

I just did my T-4

Now motherfuck my PO

I'm whippin' that box foreign

You talk, but your bitches is not foreign

I'm the kid with the benefits

Don't make me that kid with the Glock 40

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