Retch - Grandma lyrics

[Verse ] When y'all was moving them nick bags I was only smoking them gram sacks b**h we trapping hard, I cut my bath salt with that anthrax Lace my Acto with that xanax, we in this b**h like a tampax Or some Ovaries, you notice me My bucket 'Lo, I'm smoking tree My bucket 'Lo, I'm smoking tree The rest of my fit, yes, it's 'Lo indeed f** you mean? acting like you ain't know And if I can't wear shorts a n***a don't wanna go That's word to the big homie, shout-outs to my O.G Only f** with 'bout twenty cats that I know cause most of these n***as is police So yeah shout-out my parolee's, n***as behind that G wall Free my n***a Owee, man I swear that n***a, he ball Yelling free my n***a Maverick, no love for them crackers Tryna get my n***as out the motherf**ing struggle make me want it so much badder I be talking to my grandma, feeling quite Lugubrious She think I'm wasting time but she the reason that I'm doing this She turning sixty Sunday She still working from Tuesday's to Monday, n***a that's not funny I'm tryna get her and mommy a crib She ain't even got one, her work place is where she live Assistant living, helping old people Make my soul weaker, f**, like she ain't know either [Outro] I gotta make it, I'm gonna make it And if I can't get it, I'mma f**ing take it Either way we gon' win Grandma Going hard to the end Grandma Yeah, we gon' win Grandma Going hard to the end Grandma I said I gotta make it Yeah, said I'm gonna make it, like..yeah..like