Lil Durk - Grandson (Lyrics) ft. Kodak Black

Lil Durk - Grandson (Lyrics) ft. Kodak Black Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Lil Durk: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #LilDurk #Grandson #almosthealed #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: Never take her to Status Jeweler (Yeah) Never put all your trust in pussy (Let’s get it) I done seen n*ggas steal switches (Yeah) I could never be attached to goofies (Metro) Lamborghini truck, ridin’ smoothly Future had a n*gga tryin’ zooties (Boom) Firm believer of bad luck (Yeah) I can’t be the one dyin’ in movies (No) Eater sex, she want her ass done (Ass done) Told the bitch to go and try a smoothie (Try a smoothie) Why you throwin’ all this rent money? Tryna prove a point to go and hang with Boosie (Lame-ass) He think he bigger than the whole mob N*ggas couldn’t even hang with Boonie (Gang) I keep all the shooters fed I fed ’em all Percocets (Percocets) Rather be with my crew instead Ridin’ ’round with a dirty stick (Dirty stick) Dirty Sprite, ridin’ ’round with some shooters who ain’t even thirty yet (Grrah) Dirty mics, told on the gang, like he owe us debt (Yeah) [Chorus: Lil Durk] Lamb’ truck, hoppin’ out with thirty chains on and my dreads stuck Lamb’ truck, free Rio from the land, they got him jammed up Blam somethin’, got me feelin’ like I’m Grandson Blam somethin’, got me feelin’ like I’m— [Verse 2: Kodak Black] Ayy, I ain’t gon’ need no ski, ’cause I’m gon’ make sure he can’t tell on me The middle of the week, I was skippin’ in school, I had to bail on me I’m a man of business, I’m with the mob, I’m like My n*gga beat the cheese when he went down, I’m like “Damn, homie“ Dirty mics, thuggin’ ’til I die, I don’t need no advice Jerry Rice, just caught a brand new body, that’s on my baby snipe Like I’m smokin’ crack, the Glock got a see-through clip, this bitch like glass pipes I ain’t tryna be too long, anyway motherfucker, I live that fast life Friday night, I’m in the club, boppin’ with my n*ggas, yeah Still goin’, Saturday mornin’ I woke up with some strippers, yeah Sunday, I might take a n*gga soul, ’cause I’m a sinner, yeah Lil’ Taz, he gon’ spaz, he gon’ three, four, five, six jiggers, yeah Friday night, in the car, ridin’ with my hitters, yeah Still scopin’, Saturday mornin’, lookin’ for them n*ggas, yeah Sunday, it feel like I’m almighty Jesus with this pistol, yeah King Von, yeah, ’cause I’m a rapper and I’m a killer, yeah Durk, go to church, you old killin’ motherfucker Ayy, do that n*gga do Percs and them Black & Milds, go call my brother This my last time fuckin’, so I’ma stick it in her butt Start shootin’ shit up at fourteen, vibin’, “Dis Ain’t What U Want“ [Chorus: Lil Durk] Lamb’ truck, hoppin’ out with thirty chains on and my dreads stuck Lamb’ truck, free Rio from the land, they got him jammed up Blam somethin’, got me feelin’ like I’m Grandson Blam somethin’, got me feelin’ like I’m—