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REm

(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy

REm
They say I look just like my momma 
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
Trappin’ 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 addin’ up, 
the opps like, “Man, he ain’t lettin’ 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, sayin’,
“Nuff if you buck”
Baggett’s, 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”
I don’t trust nobody but my guts (My guts)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine, 
codeine in my guts (Yeah)
Fell in love with codeine, 
so I poured the shit in the crush (Yeah)
Tired of niggas actin’ like they know me, 
yeah, they know what’s up (Wassup)
I ain’t really with that sneak dissin’, 
niggas know what’s up
They say I look just like my momma 
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 nothin’ into somethin’, 
they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, 
fuck around pull out a rabbit (Like that)
I ain’t really with that sneak dissin’, 
niggas know what’s up
(They say I look just like my momma 
and I act just like my daddy
I’m straight up out the trenches but, 
yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin’ into somethin’,
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 stackin’ (Yeah)
I really know some niggas, 
they made millions off of packages (Yeah)
These niggas stealin’ drip and yeah, 
I think I’m finna patent it
Ten chains, ten whips, 
they say I’m on that rapper shit
I used to make plays on top of plays, 
paid menace shit
I’m self-made, counterfeit-ass niggas, 
I can’t hang wit’ ’em
Throwin’ shade, gang-gang, 
ain’t gon’ let you get away with it (Uh-uh)
Throwin’ shade ’bout a bitch, 
these niggas wearing capes and shit
Yeah, I can’t save no bitch, 
I can’t save no ho
Yeah, I get paid my nigga, 
can’t pay attention to no ho
Yeah, I just made a M, 
tryna make it again, times fo’
And they like, “What’s up with him?” 
Bitch, you already know (Yeah)
I hustle like my momma but 
I’m gangster like my daddy (Yeah)
I ran that money up and now 
it’s bustin’ through the attic (Yeah)
Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah,
bitch, I’m up, never took a Addy
Yeah, trappin’ ass, rappin’ 
ass, nigga, been had GRAMMYs

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G-GRAMMYs
Been had GRAMMYs (Yeah)
Trappin’ ass, rappin’ ass, 
nigga, been had GRAMMYs
Trappin’ ass, rappin’ ass, 
nigga, been had, ayy