M.O.B. (USA) - Grape lyrics

[Verse 1] Stole an iPhone in the hood Call that Applejack's Fresh snapback Like im Miller Mac Hoes giving birth on the stairs Call that stepchild Getting wings at St. Louis' Drake be like get mild Once had a phone in jail Called it cellphone Now I'm tripping like Kevin Ware Breaking my leg bone 69 with my ex Call that exposition Now I'm dressed like a missionary Going on a mission I skate when I'm bored Call that skateboard Yeah and I drive Ford Not a royal like I'm Lorde Tripped on my phone charger Call that power trip I think I'm J. Cole Even got the same lip Got my grandma on speed dial Call that Instagram By the way Y'all should follow me on Instagram I don't really know Where I'm going with this rap Pay 2 dollars at Wendy's Get that chicken wrap 25 cents on a yo-yo Call that quarterback Driving down Grove Street Like where the Balla's at I got my textbook It's written by Ramlochan Where the hell is he from Sound like it Pakistan Batman's sidekick's fat Call that Robin Thicke Not from experience But I hear he's got a long dick Secrets in my post moves Call that postal code I'm done with these metaphors Time to go beast mode [Verse 2] Hit 'em in the back Like a motherf**ing track Got no snacks On my towel racks And I bring it back Like I'm sacked Stacking racks Hit the pack Like I'm Jack Black Take a nap It's the weight that makes the wait feel like You wanna celebrate and serenade Come on time like a date Motherf**ers no one bates Come in late Like they wanna be mates And they wanna be great Like the one wearing number 23 as he soars through the air Like he's got no breaks Got no skates Skating through the air without a care Like no one's there Ain't go back Back to bed Cus' he's scared Cut off head Lamborghini System jumping New Bughatti 2 Bughatti's Black Ferrari Rastafari Poppin' mollies Gettin' bodied New white Audi Like Kid Cudi Im somebody Ain't nobody Push to start it Doing it honest Black Somali's Popping mollies