RetcH — Grandma

[Verse ] When y'all was moving them nick bags I was only smoking them gram sacks Bitch we trapping hard, I cut my bath salt with that anthrax Lace my Acto with that xanax, we in this bitch like a tampax Or some Ovaries, you notice me My bucket 'Lo, I'm smoking tree My bucket 'Lo, I'm smoking tree The rest of my fit, yes, it's 'Lo indeed Fuck you mean? acting like you ain't know And if I can't wear shorts a nigga don't wanna go That's word to the big homie, shout-outs to my O.G Only fuck with 'bout twenty cats that I know cause most of these niggas is police So yeah shout-out my parolee's, niggas behind that G wall Free my nigga Owee, man I swear that nigga, he ball Yelling free my nigga Maverick, no love for them crackers Tryna get my niggas out the motherfucking struggle make me want it so much badder I be talking to my grandma, feeling quite Lugubrious She think I'm wasting time but she the reason that I'm doing this She turning sixty Sunday She still working from Tuesday's to Monday, nigga that's not funny I'm tryna get her and mommy a crib She ain't even got one, her work place is where she live Assistant living, helping old people Make my soul weaker, fuck, like she ain't know either [Outro] I gotta make it, I'm gonna make it And if I can't get it, I'mma fucking take it Either way we gon' win Grandma Going hard to the end Grandma Yeah, we gon' win Grandma Going hard to the end Grandma I said I gotta make it Yeah, said I'm gonna make it, like..yeah..like