Karaoké From the D to the A Tee Grizzley & Lil Yachty

Off top, run a nigga out his socks

Niggas talk more than bitches

Niggas really be on cock though

Just fucked a ho out in France paint her face like Picasso

I iced out my vatos, I'm really up

Big ass Bimmer, big Benz and my Bentley next

Don't play around on my phone, ho, give me sex

Watch on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex

Grizzley up next, I'm up now strap your bullet vest

Five-hundred fifties six-hundred hundreds

Seven-hundreds twenties let's get straight to it

Eight-hundred tens what's that, eight bands

Hit the store and get some rubber bands, let's get straight to it

Everybody come together everybody got the plan

He came with you, so if he steal it fall on you, we on your ass

Have your mans call his mans make sure they ain't movin' fast

Soon as they touch

Atlanta, get with Boat secure the bag, nigga, ah

Uh, oh, a bag secured that's on my mama, bro

Asian lil' ho, she ride that dick, Yokohama flow

Made that shit double got an Uzi, I don't scuffle

Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag

Niggas only aimin' in the sky call those Air Mags

All up in Neiman's, coppin' shit like, fuck a price tag

I'm ballin', ain't near a rap nigga in the game that I'm callin'

If I need help, all dollars by my sea kelp

You swear your bitch faithful she sent her location

I hit her at the trap in

Decatur, she basic

Chop with the laser get decapitated

Can't smoke, I'm on papers hold on, this my Jamaican

Niggas want me dead so I'm steady prayin'

Ain't no disrespect without retaliation

Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement

Text her later like, I'm done with you I got a situation, baby

Well shit, bro, let me get her then

I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den

Nigga talkin' down, my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan

Gucci 'round my hair wrapped tight like I'm Taliban

Like I'm Taliban how we drop shit

Lot of dreadheads lot of chopsticks

Touch my nigga Yachty get your top ripped

Don't ask the price if you know you ain't tryna cop shit

You the type to look around but never cop shit, ayy

I'm the type to buy the store make them restock it, ayy

Beam on everythin'

I own, I will not miss

Grizzley by my side like a pilot ridin' cockpit

Yachty, I might stop rappin' for this one reason

If the Feds hear this shit

I'm doin' a hundred seasons

In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys

Put angels on you niggas who be playin' like y'all demons

Middle finger to them niggas hatin' and fakin'

They plottin' on my death, I give their mothers deep penetration

This diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation

Every real nigga livin' will respect this collaboration

We the bust down brothers check the Rollies out

Say you winnin' one more time, I'm pullin' trophies out

Niggas know we out no Shaqs, all Kobes out

In other words, I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down

From the D to the A put respect on it

If that's your ho, why my dick got her mouth on it

I'm from the south

I got diamonds in my teeth

I got fur on my fleece, my new ring could pay your lease

Lease, nigga

Chain on my dresser next to my indictment

When they said not guilty

I was so excited

From the A to the D bitch, you heard Yachty

Wraith comin' this summer

I'ma have your bitch drivin'