On the Gram lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
OG Parker
Migo Gang MPA sh*t
(That boy Cassius)

[Chorus: Peewee Longway & Offset]
We started in bandos and now we on every channel
Satellite, Comcast, Xfinity, Fios
Giuseppe safari, you're walking on top of animals
Safari, Jumanji, they call me George of the Jungle
Put your b*tch on the 'Gram and she wanna f*ck on the counter
Boot that b*tch up on the 'Gram
Boot that b*tch up on the 'Gram
Pull up in a Lamb', I challenge you in your Challenger
Supercharged whip, f*ck up the lot, I make chemicals
I be dabbing on b*tches, they say I don't got no manners
Don't give no f*ck bout this b*tch, she get the pipe behind the counter
Naked b*tch up in my kitchen cooking Hannah Montana
Got that b*tch serving the grammies till she cop me a Phantom

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Yellow LA b*tches on the way to Atlanta
10 Pack of Hi-Tech, a case of strawberry Fanta
Give her percocet, she eat the di*k up like a banana
PeeWee Longway is an animal
Jonesboro, south raised, still trapping cannabis
I'm the CEO of MPA, I run my own management
Let that chopper do the damage
Price on your head like it's dandruff
I always new knew I could trap or die, put the weed in the cabinet
Talk your b*tch out her pants ho
Let the stripper give her grammies though
Flex in the Lamborghini on broadway with suicide doors
Fort Lauderdale, I’m boppin with the motherf*cking zoes
Get them bands from the backend' and break my wrist on the stove
[Chorus: Peewee Longway & Offset]
We started in bandos and now we on every channel
Satellite, Comcast, Xfinity, cameras
Giuseppe safari, you're walking on top of animals
Safari, Jumanji, they call me George of the Jungle
Put your b*tch on the 'Gram and she wanna f*ck on the counter
Boot that b*tch up on the 'Gram
Boot that b*tch up on the 'Gram
Pull up in a 'Lamb, I challenge you in your Challenger
Supercharged whip, f*ck up the lot, I make chemicals
I be dabbing on b*tches, they say I don't got no manners
Don't give no f*ck bout this b*tch, she get the pipe behind the counter
Naked b*tch up in my kitchen cooking Hannah Montana
Got that b*tch serving the grammies till she cop me a Phantom

[Verse 2: Offset]
I'm in Canada, diamonds drip off my wrist like a chandelier
Got a mili to your hundred, tell me who the real man in here?
Put that dope in her booty and wrap her body up with cannabis
n*ggas talking about trapping, capping, but really they can't even handle it
I jump in the Lamb' or 'Rari
f*ck on your b*tch, she a thottie
She want a narcotic party
Perky, Xans, and Molly
We back on that ignorant sh*t, pull out Glocks for the business sh*t
We start sh*t then finish it
On that drank, f*ck my kidneys sh*t
I got money in my hand, I'm a popular demand
Cooler than a fan, I got diamonds from Japan
I got weed for the plug, who talking about? Ferdinand?
Drums like a band f*ck with set dont f*ck with sams
[Chorus: Peewee Longway & Offset]
We started in bandos and now we on every channel
Satellite, Comcast, Xfinity, cameras
Giuseppe safari, you're walking on top of animals
Safari, Jumanji, they call me George of the Jungle
Put your b*tch on the 'Gram and she wanna f*ck on the counter
Boot that b*tch up on the 'Gram
Boot that b*tch up on the 'Gram
Pull up in a Lamb', I challenge you in your Challenger
Supercharged whip, f*ck up the lot, I make chemicals
I be dabbing on b*tches, they say I don't got no manners
Don't give no f*ck bout this b*tch, she get the pipe behind the counter
Naked b*tch up in my kitchen cooking Hannah Montana
Got that b*tch serving the grammies till she cop me a Phantom