Grandma Spot Lyrics

Tuda, Ching ching, blocks on blocks,blocks on blocks, uh, yea

Plug sent the pack I got blocks on blocks

You know we got chops on chops

All kinda bud like a pop up shop

Nigga what you need I got

My mama like tuda boy can you please stop

I came from the bottom trying make it to the top

Ain't shit free baby mama gotta cop Youngwood trapping out my grandma spot

Plug sent the pack I got blocks on blocks

You know we got chops on chops

All kinda bud like a pop up shop

Nigga what you need I got

My mama like tuda boy can you please stop

I came from the bottom trying make it to the top

Ain't shit free baby mama gotta cop Youngwood trapping out my grandma spot

Quay town yea I made dat bitch jump

Youngwood yea I made dat bitch bunk

Plug act like he had my back

Couldn't find him when a nigga need a front

Now it's funny cuz the nigga need a front

Used to be og now it's runtz

I been trapping so long need a plaque for this

Have you ever made a play on accident

I stop drinking when they ran outta activists

Had to quit I was on the block with them savages

What you need cuz I'm trapping it

Hit the road trafficking

Might not ever come back again

Bro said get for real with this rapping shit

Gotta be passionate its a lot of cash in it

Plug said that he got a lot of packages and a Louie bag with a whole lot of racks in it

Plug sent the pack I got blocks on blocks

You know we got chops on chops

All kinda bud like a pop up shop

Nigga what you need I got

My mama like tuda boy can you please stop

I came from the bottom trying make it to the top

Ain't shit free baby mama gotta cop Youngwood trapping out my grandma spot

Plug sent the pack I got blocks on blocks

You know we got chops on chops

All kinda bud like a pop up shop

Nigga what you need I got

My mama like tuda boy can you please stop

I came from the bottom trying make it to the top

Ain't shit free baby mama gotta cop Youngwood trapping out my grandma spot

Plug sent the pack man I hope it make it back

Junkie hit the dope and he had a heart attack

3 point 5 that was my starter pack

If you ain't talking money then don't even hit my jack

I put that on gang man I been a road runner

Got the block hot been trapping all summer

Hustle on my veins and I get it from my mama

Left hand on the Bible still lying to your honor

Ain't no question young Nigga been a problem

Fourteen years old when I bust my first choppa

It's a weed sell pop out to the pop up

Nigga what you need boy I got alot of product cus the

Plug sent the pack I got blocks on blocks

You know we got chops on chops

All kinda bud like a pop up shop

Nigga what you need I got

My mama like tuda boy can you please stop

I came from the bottom trying make it to the top

Ain't shit free baby mama gotta cop Youngwood trapping out my grandma spot