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Intro ! Video (MV)




Performed By: Grams
Language: English
Length: 1:57
Written by: Jordon Smith




Grams - Intro ! Lyrics
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F*ck lets go
Yeah look we came out the dirt, they never gave us nothing
Chopper with the drum but I don't play percussion
Bought that hoe a bag and she ain't owe me nothing
F just made the beat so now I'm up to something
F*ck it nigga
F just got a pack so now we up to something
If he rat i'll off my cousin, family don't mean nothing
Nigga stay talking bout' uppin' but I know he bluffin'
My new bitch so thick like she been eating muffins
Use her like a puppet
She a f*cking muppet
If its not designer I won't even touch it
She thought I was whack
Her heart? I had to crush it
That lil hoe had back
I swear I had to bust it
They be asking questions, but i wont say nothing
We be toting weapons you can hear us coming
I said we be toting weapons you can here us boming
Call my chopper breakup play with me it's dumping
AYE, catch it to the stomach he was talking rubbish
Keep a extra stick inside the Gucci luggage
Uzi like a xanny, got him moving sluggish
Soon as they free savage he gone flip 100
If he play with grammy, gang gone flip his car
I won't even speak if she not up to par
They not really ballin' time to raise the bar
This winter I might just cop the Audemars
Take a oath and then i'm lying like my name was Scar
We just left the rumble, I ain't have a scar
In the party talking crazy? I'll tear him apart
I came in with it on me, his is in his car
Bitch
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F*ck lets go
Yeah look we came out the dirt, they never gave us nothing
Chopper with the drum but I don't play percussion
Bought that hoe a bag and she ain't owe me nothing
F just made the beat so now I'm up to something
F*ck it nigga
F just got a pack so now we up to something
If he rat i'll off my cousin, family don't mean nothing
Nigga stay talking bout' uppin' but I know he bluffin'
My new bitch so thick like she been eating muffins
Use her like a puppet
She a f*cking muppet
If its not designer I won't even touch it
She thought I was whack
Her heart? I had to crush it
That lil hoe had back
I swear I had to bust it
They be asking questions, but i wont say nothing
We be toting weapons you can hear us coming
I said we be toting weapons you can here us boming
Call my chopper breakup play with me it's dumping
AYE, catch it to the stomach he was talking rubbish
Keep a extra stick inside the Gucci luggage
Uzi like a xanny, got him moving sluggish
Soon as they free savage he gone flip 100
If he play with grammy, gang gone flip his car
I won't even speak if she not up to par
They not really ballin' time to raise the bar
This winter I might just cop the Audemars
Take a oath and then i'm lying like my name was Scar
We just left the rumble, I ain't have a scar
In the party talking crazy? I'll tear him apart
I came in with it on me, his is in his car
Bitch
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Writer: Jordon Smith
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