Grandson
 作曲 : Durk Banks
 (Zaytoven)
 Ayy, Yak

 Never take her to status jewel (Yeah)
 Never put all your trust in pussy (Let's get it)
 I done seen niggas swing switches (Yeah)
 I could never be attached to goofies (Metro)
 Lamborghini truck, ridin' smoothly
 Future had a nigga tryin' zooties (Boom)
 Firm believer of bad luck (Yeah)
 I can't be the one dyin' in movies (No)
 Either sex, she want her ass done (Ass done)
 Told the bitch to go and try smoothly (Try smoothly)
 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
 Niggas couldn't even hang with [?] (Gang)
 I keep all the shooters fed, I fed 'em off percocets ('Cets)
 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 [?], told on the gang, like he owe us that (Yeah)

 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—

 Ayy, I ain't gon' need no ski, 'cause I'm gon' make sure he can't tell on me
 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 M.O.B
 My nigga beat the cheese when he went down, I'm like "They want me"
 Dirty mic's, thuggin' 'til I die, I don't need no advice
 Jail right, 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, mother****er, I live that fast life
 Friday night, I'm in the club, boppin' with my niggas, yeah
 Still goin', Saturday mornin' I woke up with some strippers, yeah
 Sunday I might take a nigga 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 niggas, 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' mother****er
 Ayy, do that nigga, do Perc's, and I black him out, go call my brother
 This my last time ****in', so I'ma stick it in her butt
 Start shootin' shit up at fourteen, vibin', this ain't what you want

 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—