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grady - pesofr lyrics

[hook]
couple n*ggas hung around, they wasn’t keeping it real
free my dawgs out the pound, hope they get a appeal (yeah)
racks on middle finger, f*ck yo’ lil deal
racks on, i can go and buy me a grill
momma told me better save that money, its gone save me
i been f*cking bipolar b*tches, they drive me crazy
smoking on rozay in the back of the benz got me lazy
n*ggas try me in lennox gone send that boy to grady
(yeah), we gone send that boy to grady
and i know some zoe’s, real steppers that’s from haiti
boy that gun too lil, we ain’t riding with 380
i got 30, he got 50 so we walked in with 80

[verse 1]
i been focused running up them racks
plug hit my phone, he told me focus on them packs
never had nun, probably spend that sh*t in saks
that lil hoe ain’t nun, probably hit her from the back
(yeah, yeah), long sticks, clips like shaq
came through off*white, whip all black
oh, he a runner, he a track star
my lil buddy swing the stick, tryna hit him with a.r
know some n*ggas want me gone off the radar
n*ggas mad broke, know them young n*ggas haters
play with me, then youngins on ya tator
know it’s smoke now, we ain’t coming for you later
[hook]
couple n*ggas hung around, they wasn’t keeping it real
free my dawgs out the pound, hope they get a appeal (yeah)
racks on middle finger, f*ck yo’ lil deal
racks on, i can go and buy me a grill
momma told me better save that money, its gone save me
i been f*cking bipolar b*tches, they drive me crazy
smoking on rozay in the back of the benz got me lazy
n*ggas try me in lennox gone send that boy to grady
(yeah), we gone send that boy to grady

[verse 2]
(yeah, yeah) and that’s all i know
momma told me never love these b*tches cause these hoes on go
sometimes i don’t even trust myself, know i don’t trust a soul
never put yo trust in no n*gga cause they all gone fold just like clothes
i watched them send my potna down the road
i was in the hood watching n*ggas going up the nose
plug f*cking with me, heard my music, sent a couple bows
would’ve thought we had a dump truck, young n*gga moved a couple loads
would’ve thought i play soccer, young n*gga made a couple goals
cut ‘em off, then b*tches toxic and go and f*ck on some other hoes
you can have all the money in the world, n*gga, you still a b*tch
crash ass n*gga, know these hoes be burning, still can’t tell him sh*t
lil b*tch told me pull up on her, told that hoe make it quick
lil b*tch told me she was hungry, told that hoe to eat the d*ck
and your n*gga, he a crash, ride around with a empty stick
told her we can f*ck, you my friend with benefits
[hook]
couple n*ggas hung around, they wasn’t keeping it real
free my dawgs out the pound, hope they get a appeal (yeah)
racks on middle finger, f*ck yo’ lil deal
racks on, i can go and buy me a grill
momma told me better save that money, its gone save me
i been f*cking bipolar b*tches, they drive me crazy
smoking on rozay in the back of the benz got me lazy
n*ggas try me in lennox gone send that boy to grady
(yeah), we gone send that boy to grady

- pesofr lyrics

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