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2 Chainz( Tauheed Epps )

Granny

Granny came out like what the fuck going on
Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone
Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'
you know in 2004 you know back then they were serving
Back then they were working
Nigga [?]
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Supercharged 442 man that motherfucka hard
T-top [?]bullets and all that
You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at

[Verse 1: Bankroll Fresh]
[?]
Serving breakdown wanna be the man who serve flakes 'round
Know I want my shit mounted
Know them rubberband counted
Know your bitch on my dick
And you know I'm selling ounces
Used to ride the 78, then take the shit to Stone Mountain
Now I'm a street executive with street money
Nigga and I count it
All you niggas looking bad
All niggas looking mad
Super charge on them motherfucka
Cam, got this bitch fast
Young nigga just left the dealer
I'm talking about paper tags
I'm talking about straight cash
Where you flickas, that's your bands
Nigga try to duck the van
Keep your eye on your man
The young nigga ridin' and wildin'
Murk your ass over Xans

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Bought a Maybach out of Pro Tools
Before that it was no rules
First one with Panamera, treat that bitch like a old school
First I got them burglar bars, then I got my shit together
When we was on section 8, I feel like I could pay rent forever
Started off with triple zero then I got me some Ziplocs
We ain't had no peep-hole, open a bitch with a 6 shot
Pulled up to the dealership, left there and hit the tint shop
Left there and hit the jewelry store, left there with a wrist watch
Mama still watching Matlock, got the block on padlock
Used all my Gucci boxes, ask motherfucking stash spot
What more can you ask for, 200 on the dashboard
Got the trap on fire, nigga, we was down a street from the airport

[Hook]

[Verse 3: PeeWee Longway]
100 grams in my nutsack, had to tuck it from 12
Grinding on my Nextel, youngins slanging them bells
My uncle Joe the dope tester he heat the dope his fishscale
Back in the day I was rapping, and dope was shipping through mail
2004 clientele, I drank my packs on odell
OG smelling like piss and mattress, 2 for 5 for sale
I put fashimis on my bunion, it's the key to my step
Ferragamo 'round my waist, I put handcuffs on myself
Fuck 12 pussy nigga, they can't find out where the stash at
Hundred gas bag, in the Audi hatchback
I started grinding, ain't got no where else to hide the cash at
Granny came home like what the fuck going on

[Hook]