Rmell - Stony Creek Lane (G-Mix) lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Matt McGhee] Coming up, coming down Riding round, in your town Put it down everytime Shawty loving every line b**h I'm on that steady grind n***as ain't gon' take my shine n***as finna give me mine, if I gotta take it cause I'm (coming up) GramFam got you on your toes, you gotta step it up Your girl wanna kick it with us, I think I said enough I ain't finna stop until my n***as bread is up And when we get it we gon' keep it, n***a bet your bucks You think you f**ing with the team? Go 'head and test your luck You a b**h, [?] p**y frail as f** [?] If you f** with one of us, here come the rest of us (Aye, rMell come and talk to these n***as!) [Verse 1: rMell] I'm on a yacht, yacht, no Schoolboy Q I'm wavy, I'm wavy And I came up out that water like I trained with the Navy And I'm the Bomb like Swanton in Comme des Garçons And my Supra's so wanton, your girl tag along Just like she should She wanna ride around in the import with the grain, that's all wood And I don't blame her, now I'm riding around like I'm famer, uh Famous, getting hoes like John Stamos Stacking paper like Dunder Mifflin, Wu Chef Swag off in your kitchen b**hes better be wet, I'm 'bout as fly as young ignorance And I'm fly in that fire red Bape Camo, it's ridiculous No effort, like I sleep in cla**, but I'll still pull an ace on the final exam I got my clique on my side, it's the Family of Gram All lame a** n***as get marked as spam Weak like do you lift bro? Sloppy like do you know flows? I got more flows than sororities, I stay tuned with all of their menstruals Ohhh M-meezi got it, I know you want it That's that juice, n***a, deuce n***a I'm laying low and I'm still bigger [Verse 2: Miles Meraki] (I can't stand these n***as out here, son These n***as got like 4, 5, 6, f**ing projects out These motherf**ers got managers and sh** They don't even got sh** to manage, what you managing, a SoundCloud huh? Still doing better off than these motherf**ers son, these n***as not playing smart, man) Roll around town with prolly 2 girls Give my old clothes to my new girl Breasts out, said she was the best out Got the next out, bouta write a check out, unh Payday n***as stuck on old sh** Hating a** n***as stuck on ho sh** Iont really gotta ask for no sh** Any n***a put their hand out never hold sh** n***as took the crown, ran out, made the door flip, unh One song f**ing with your whole sh**, lotta a** But she really talking on the low sh**, gotta ask Why you f**ing with him, he don't know sh**, lotta bags I be in there every time the door flip, I don't know why they ain't notice I change the time like a flow switch, smelling like pine in the old whip Hit a recline while a ho strip I'm beating the block There's weed in the seat of the drop These n***as don't need their own sets They need a good single to drop Don't even compete with themselves Or even the team that I rock with, sh** Since I was 16, tryna get a ho on top dick, quick, now I got them in the mosh pit b**h, I give a f** about a blog post n***as acting like they never got sh** Pull up, hop out, n***a, pop sh**, unh b**hes give head like some pop sh** nonsense n***as get smoked on some Pac sh**, [?] sh** Lately I've been f**ing with my conscience f** it though, I'm sitting at the seat again Change a b**h life, never meet again Young Rak, I can tell these n***as how to be the man, unh [Verse 3: Matt McGhee] You n***as ain't even seeing gram, you n***as ain't even seeing grands Me and my n***as is seeing mils, you n***as is looking like you need a hand Alley-oop shattered the backboard, why n***as hating on Matt for? You all could never be this fly, not enough stamps in your pa**port Waking up next to a bad broad, you wake up next to a mad broad You don't be f**ing her right, dog, I hit her like she my last broad Hit her like it's going out of style, this ain't never going out of style Y'all n***as hot for a season, and my team is gonna be here a while So act like you know that And yo girl is dying to know Matt About money, don't know nothing then know that My credit card is Amex, I'm pro-black Put a fist in the air for my real n***as I'm going hard this year, I'ma k** n***as Them n***as you looked down on done grown up So look up when you speak to me, little n***a I son you all, I run you all, you in my lane I'll run you off I done you off and that ain't sh** When I get a mil, I'ma say that ain't sh** If it ain't a hunnid mil, n***a that ain't rich And I ain't never met a girl that said Matt ain't sh** She better know a f**ing god when she see one n***as no body better 'till they meet one Well me one, McGhee won And when we done, we getting every single dollar, you won't see one You hate me, huh? Well, I walk around alone, cause y'all n***as ain't about sh** And I'm out this And this whole damn game is ours, b**h You gon' know GramFam's in the stars, b**h And I put that on my OG, rollies for my whole team And I'm coming up, coming down Give your b**h the runaround She love my style, I love the sound She making when she going down I tell her she gotta put a down- Payment on this pimpin' If you ain't wit it, get missing Grammy Family, end of sentence, b**hes