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letra de g.o.t.g. - grayson carter

[intro: grayson]

dad wants a motorcycle

[verse 1: grayson]

dad wants a motorcycle, mama wants a house
my friends want this but they act like that and the haters want to run their mouth
kind of hard being g.c., everybody in the squad wants a cd
everybody in amarillo that’s got a soundcloud got my mixtape playing on repeat
had it like 3 weeks
kids go hard for a retweet
hoes at the shows they be doing the most for the pee pee
tell them back it up, bang, skeet skeet
pollinate her flower like a bee’s knees
i’m k!lling them believe me, yeah i make it sound easy
grayson glynn, got the white hoes out here acting sleazy
all these folks that just walk around and they’re wasting time
i can’t wait to shine so i’m taking mine and i’ll make it rhyme
take your mind and set it free
fake a smile and let it be
be yourself homie, don’t adjust
because looking back, growing up they had hope in us
it’s like a tortoise and a hare racing down the street
one slows down, thinking that they’ve got you beat
but i’m never giving up on the race because i’ll get first place if i just take it slow enough
making a way for the children ahead of me
so they could become all the things that their parents had said they could never be
you’re a celebrity, i am just trying to give you the recipe
for now it’s a verse, later the rest of me
honestly few of these rappers impressing me
i’ma be keeping it real till the death me
i’m only 19, head full of pipe dreams
young flaco doing work for the plug in them white tees
g-ssed up, trying to get nice things
maybe that isn’t the way, maybe i’m tripping lately been missing
hoping to finally find an escape, stuck in the system, people gone listen
people hate when the players important
their envy be keeping them trapped on the bench
so give me the rock and i’m scoring
soaring, hand in the rim like i’m jordan (ball)
and i’m never going to stop till the day i fall (fall)
till the day i fall, on my worst behavior
3 ft bong with the percolators
earn this money now, i’m going to burn it later
smoke until my eyes are red like a terminator
grayson be spitting that flame
snorting cocaine, nah i’m just playing (whoa)
homies just going insane, ladies just drop that -ss down to the floor
for the guild of the gabbers, joint rollers and dabbers
she’s picking it up and she’s throwing it backwards
these hoes they’ll be checking the swagger so dapper
y’all sleeping and dreaming we’re making it happen
started out selling it turned into rapping
trevor gone serve all their heads on a platter
ain’t talking money it don’t even matter
p-ssing it off gone on that shatter

[verse 2: stoneyyy]

guild of the gab you’re feeling too bad
not claiming their children the case of their dads
hopelessly chasing the moments they never did have, i’m thinking too sad
but i’ll bring it back on a clean slate
understand the meaning, not the he say she say
scoring so fast need a replay, sleeping on us malfunction, got a delay
guess i’ll break it down, roll it up, fasten the top when i’m rolling my blunts
keeping it stuffed and i’m puffin the skunk
bump in the trunk and you’re hearing my funk
she’s getting too crunk she’s getting too throwed
she gave me a look so i took her -ss home
tressp-ss in my zone not hearing a phone
laying the bone and i leave her alone

these hoes want to be that chick
hop up on this rapper’s d-ck
stoneyyy’s flows be getting too sick
fl1cking my bic while we taking a pic
drop ent, we on the scene
i’ve got a label so f-ck a degree
asking the questions, i’m just doing me
yet to be grown but i’m planting my seeds

[bridge/ outro: grayson]

and i ain’t even anxious don’t worry
she was stalling (stalin) i was rushing (russian), no hurry
if i let you past these walls then don’t hurt me
sipping whiskey smoking ciggys till it’s blurry

flexing my vocals, the dopest of locals beginning to focus
f-ck all the broke ones, i came a long way and i used to be hopeless
did i say hopeless, i meant to say helpless
inevitable that i’m young and i’m selfish
they’re bobbing their heads and they can’t even help it
i know that i’m k!lling em, k!lling em (uh)

- grayson carter

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