GRAMMY (Freestyle) - Lil Tecca

Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah

Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah

Speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah

I’m a real nigga, all you gotta do is hear me out

Please don’t judge me if you do not know my past, now

Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now

I don’t gotta shooter, I’ma let you know the fast route

Swerving in that big truck, we got bullet-proof glass now

Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah

Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah

Speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah

I’m a real nigga, all you gotta do is hear me out

Please don’t judge me if you do not know my past, now

Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now

I don’t gotta shooter, I’ma let you know the fast route

Swerving in that big truck, we got bullet-proof glass now

Straight flexing, she nagging

I got them diamonds on my necklace they steady dancing

She calling my phone sayin' she a blessing

She fake like her nigga chain, but I can’t test it

Yeah, I’m a busy man she said, «What you doing Saturday?»

I just woke up, I already made a band today

Fuck a new nigga bitch, I just got a new fan today

He just found out that she cheated, turned him to a new man today, yeah, yeah

She think her nigga got money he scam, yeah

Without that AP, shit, he rock Truey and Vans, yeah

I put my all in this music, I ain’t had no second plan, yeah

And some niggas switched up, man, I thought you was my fam', yeah

Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won the lottery

I started making music, now these niggas wanna copy me

Bitch, you not me, so you can’t finesse my melody

Niggas in the stu' and I know they think a lot of me

Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah

Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah

Speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah

I’m a real nigga, all you gotta do is hear me out

Please don’t judge me if you do not know my past, now

Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now

I don’t gotta shooter, I’ma let you know the fast route

Swerving in that big truck, we got bullet-proof glass now

Bitch, I’m turnt up, I feel like I won a Grammy, yeah

Love no thotanese, I know she cannot understand me, yeah

Speaking guapanese, I know he cannot understand me, yeah

I’m a real nigga, all you gotta do is hear me out

Please don’t judge me if you do not know my past, now

Men in Black, sign that waver or they blast now

I don’t gotta shooter, I’ma let you know the fast route

Swerving in that big truck, we got bullet-proof glass now

Glass now

Send you to heaven, heaven

Hit your brodie with the left hand