Grandson Lyrics – Lil Durk ft. Kodak Black

[Intro: Lil Durk]
(Zaytoven)
Ayy, Yak

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Never take her to Status Jeweler (Yeah)
Never put all your trust in pu**y (Let's get it)
I done seen n!ggas steal switches (Yeah)
I could never be attached to goofies (Metro)
Lamborghini truck, riding smoothly
Future had a n!gga trying zooties (Boom)
Firm believer of bad luck (Yeah)
I can't be the one dying in movies (No)
Eater sex, she want her as* done (As* done)
Told the b!tch to go and try a smoothie (Try a smoothie)
Why you throwing all this rent money?
Tryna prove a point to go and hang with Boosie (Lame-ass)
He think he bigger than the whole mob
N!ggas couldn't even hang with Boonie (Gang)
I keep all the shooters fed
I fed 'em all Percocets (Percocets)
Rather be with my crew instead
Riding 'round with a dirty stick (Dirty stick)
Dirty Sprite, riding 'round with some shooters
Who ain't even thirty yet (Grrah)
Dirty mics, told on the gang, like he owe us debt (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Lamb' truck
Hopping out with thirty chains on and my dreads stuck
Lamb' truck, free Rio from the land, they got him jammed up
Blam something, got me feeling like I'm Grandson
Blam something, got me feeling like I'm—

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Ayy, I ain't gone need no ski
'cause I'm gone make sure he can't tell on me
The middle of the week, I was skipping in school
I had to bail on me
I'm a man of business, I'm with the mob, I'm like M.O.B
My n!gga beat the cheese when he went down
I'm like "Damn, homie"
Dirty mics, thugging 'til I die, I don't need no advice
Jerry Rice, just caught a brand new body
That's on my baby snipe
Like I'm smoking crack, the Glock got a see-through clip
This b!tch like glass pipes
I ain't tryna be too long, anyway motherf**ker
I live that fast life
Friday night, I'm in the club, bopping with my n!ggas, yeah
Still going, Saturday morning I woke up with some strippers, yeah
Sunday, I might take a n!gga soul
'cause I'm a sinner, yeah
Lil' Taz, he gone spaz
He gone three, four, five, six jiggers, yeah
Friday night, in the car, riding with my hitters, yeah
Still scoping, Saturday morning, looking for them n!ggas, yeah
Sunday, it feel like I'm almighty Jesus with this pistol, yeah
King Von, yeah, 'cause I'm a rapper and I'm a killer, yeah
Durk, go to church, you old killing motherf**ker
Ayy, do that n!gga do Percs and them Black & Milds
Go call my brother
This my last time f**king, so I'ma stick it in her butt
Start shooting sh!t up at fourteen, vibin
"Dis Ain’t What U Want"

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Lamb' truck
Hopping out with thirty chains on and my dreads stuck
Lamb' truck, free Rio from the land, they got him jammed up
Blam something, got me feeling like I'm Grandson
Blam something, got me feeling like I'm—