GIMMEMYMFGRAMMY Lyrics

Uh, yeah

Fuck do y'all niggas want

You sit in the back while I hop in the front

I'm the one taking control of the bus

I am the one who be counting the funds

Huh, bitch what do you mean

I can see you typing shit on your screen

I'm the realest nigga, you got twitter fingers

If you fuck around, you getting caught in a scheme

I am not one to be fucked with

I pull out the chickens and turn you to cutlets

We could be sailing the seven seas

And I would still hit yo ass with my cutlass

Back in the day shit was deeper

Was trying go find a demeanor

And I used to sit in the back of the class

Now they cheering my name from the bleachers

Bitch I'm yo motherfuckers teacher

So go sit down and take this lesson

It's been three years dealing with depression

But don't worry brother it's been getting better

Now I been praying for better days

I hop in the motherfucking getaway

I act like a motherfucking renegade

And all y'all motherfuckers have been afraid

These bitches who swerved me

Now they gonna serve me

They working the counter at Chick-fil-A

Haters wanna hurt me

They can't disturb me

I turned all my lemons to lemonade

But if you keep on giving me attitude

I'll squeeze all these lemons straight into your wounds

Married to the money like bride and groom

And if you got a mans, fuck that got to do, with me

I'm from New York

But when I spit, it gets hot as Miami

Hopped in the (vroom) while you hop in the Camry

Give me my motherfucking Grammy

I'm from New York

But when I spit, it gets hot as Miami

Hopped in (vroom) the while you hop in the Camry

Give me my motherfucking Grammy