For the Gram

FOR THE GRAM Yeah Yung nigga Deetee Had a vision last night Same I had last time Yeah my schedule so tight Still I make up some time Got my eyes on the road Gotta do it on my own Imma keep it on a low Steady collecting the dou Chorus Cause you do it for the gram And I do it for the gram Yeah you do it for the gram Tracy do it for the gram Shake the booty for the gram Take a selfie for the gram Take your your time on the gram On your knees for the gram Where are your manners give you the $ you be going bananas I'm still the best but you know it don't matter Give it a rest why you calling me Santa I'm going up and I'm using the ladder You fucking with me you get used to the grammar Ain't got no time I'm not here for the drama You said I'm too young but your girl call me papa Chorus Cause you do it for the gram And I do it for the gram Yeah you do it for the gram Tracy do it for the gram Shake the booty for the gram Take a selfie for the gram Take your your time on the gram On your knees for the gram Give you a piece of advice Baby just stop with the lies You keep your life in disguise Still I can see through your lies Thought you should keep that in my mind You got your faith intertwined You thought you could take what is mine If you leave me alone imma put you aside Shit is depressing you saw outcome that should serve as a lesson Just keep in mind that you can't keep progressing You live a lie and you trynna impress me You love to form and you like to maneuver You told your friends that your dad own a rover You thought it ended but shit ain't over Tell me the reason why you coming over Fuck it my nigga you just got deceived You feel in love but she fell into sin You got the dou and you know what it is you should be a dad but she swallowed your kids You got the rings still attached to your toe I am the king but you already know I'm sending shots if you mess with my flow If you do what I want imma leave you alone Hey dear I just wan fuck with you baby Rolling dice tryna make the money I swear you ain't gonna see no nigga like me I swear you ain't gon see no nigga like Bitches I'm tryna avoid I swear they make me paranoid Dropping punchlines like I'm Floyd Self made self employed Tell me what you gon talk about We taking turns like a roundabout She give me head and I have no doubt It's graduation Cos I'm passing out Hello are you listening In that nigga with the gasoline Bounce the booty like a trampoline Till a nigga dick a limousine I'm outta the hood now All them bitches wanna send their nudes now All them niggas thinking that we cool now All them haters wanna make their moves now Nvgga we be balling everyday Imma hit you all like a hurricane Then I'm living life like a holiday Cause every day is a Saturday Cause you do it for the gram And I do it for the gram Yeah you do it for the gram Tracy do it for the gram Shake the booty for the gram Take a selfie for the gram Take your your time on the gram On your knees for the gram Come and shake your booty for the gram gram On your knees on the gram gram