GRWM lyrics

[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
I'm on the block, come get right with me
We them young n*ggas who come from the city
I got the fifty round, I got the semi
You ride in a bucket, I hop out the Bentley
46-28, get this sh*t in
Wrap up the pack, this sh*t gon' get sent
Shout out my n*ggas that trap on the bend
Two sticks on me, I'm carrying twins

[Verse 1]
I'm on the block, ten toes, on my pivot
Goofy lil' n*ggas tryna f*ck up my dribble
b*tches wan' play, got 'em all in my mentions
Break down the Glock, fill it up with extensions
Fire up on your b*tch, got me pullin' her inches
Ain't need no Perc, that b*tch couldn't get with me
We still eatin' Ramen, b*tch, shout out to Glizzy
Pack touch down, young n*gga get busy
I ain't takin' shorts, man, I don't take no pity
Bad lil' bald b*tch, ball like a miss
I'm poppin' my collar, I'm parking lot pimpin'
She wanna her a trial but she don't want a witness

[Verse 2]
If he f*ck your b*tch then I'm f*ckin' your sister
Me and my n*ggas, you know we some winners
You and your n*ggas, I know you pretenders
UUV late at night, we tryna hit him
46-28, that's where I'm standin' at
Black, he love me, he know where the bud is at
All of that f*ck sh*t, I said that I'm done with
Pull up, hop out, and show me where the busters at
Pull up, hop out, I show you where the cutters at
Goofy lil' b*tch wanna know 'bout my government
Duckin' indictments, I said f*ck the government
All of them n*ggas know that we ain't duckin' sh*t
[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
I'm on the block, come get right with me
We them young n*ggas who come from the city
I got the fifty round, I got the semi
You ride in a bucket, I hop out the Bentley
46-28, get this sh*t in
Wrap up the pack, this sh*t gon' get sent
Shout out my n*ggas that trap on the bend
Two sticks on me, I'm carrying twins