D. Savage - How Many Grams Lyrics

How many grams in the blunt? (Glide)
How many grams in the blunt?
How many grams in the blunt? (Glide)
How many grams in the blunt?
How many grams in the blunt? (Slide)
How many grams in the blunt?
How many grams in the blunt?

How many grams in the blunt? (Glide)
I'm 'bout to eat her for lunch (slide)
I got a trunk in the front (die)
I'm 'bout to pull up and dump (slide)
I'm on my grind, it took me some time, but baby, you know I'm the one (one)
I'm in the club with a lil' vibe, spend a lil' money for fun
Uh, my shooter, uh, my shooter, yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter

Pockets big, I came with a knot
She gon' suck up, baby, let's drop
I took off and went straight to the top
I got angels that won't let me flop
Pour a pint of Wockhardt in my pop
Geeked up, geeked up, I can't stop
Put a brick of heroin on the block
Put a lil' switchy on my Glock
Uh, stop playin', that shit'll go down
Uh, don't move, I'm not playin' 'round
Get flagged if you out of bounds
Uh, I just hit the block and it's time to creep, elite, I don't make a sound
I don't want your thot, the bitch a lil' freak, for me, his bitch'll go down
I'm so savage, I came with them rounds
I can't get caught, flyin' with pounds out of town
In the 'Raq and I'm with BloodHound
We just put an opp face on the ground
They thought I was wild when I was a kid, I'm grown, bitch, look at me now
Don't want no smoke, them niggas is fags, like hoes, they throw in the towel
I'm with a bitch eatin' that cow
They left me for dead, they wonderin' how
Rack up them racks to make mama proud
I'm in my zone, I'm not comin' down
I'ma just cut up with a shank right now
Fourth and goal, gotta make it count
Bad lil' bitch wanna make it bounce
I smoke out the pound, you smoke out the ounce
Bad lil' bitch wanna taste my kids
Bust down my neck and I bust down my wrist
These niggas broke, ain't got no rizz
Rose gold on me and it look like piss
Rolls-Royce truck, I'ma jump on in it
F*ck my ex, I'ma f*ck her friends
Geeked on drank, I'ma crash my Benz
I bought a Perc', I don't pop no Xans

How many grams in the blunt? (Glide)
I'm 'bout to eat her for lunch (slide)
I got a trunk in the front (die)
I'm 'bout to pull up and dump (slide)
I'm on my grind, it took me some time, but baby, you know I'm the one (one)
I'm in the club with a lil' vibe, spend a lil' money for fun
Uh, my shooter, uh, my shooter, yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
Yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter

(We love D. Savage)
(We love D. Savage)