Bullets On The Track - Grandma's House lyrics

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Bullets On The Track - Grandma's House lyrics

[Pre Hook : Lavaa Man] I be cooking like its grandma's house/ Work in the plastic like grandma's couch/ Ugh [Hook : Lavaa Man] I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ Work in the plastic like grandma's couch/ Ugh I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking I be cooking Ugh [Verse 1] I be cooking like its grandma's house/ Work in the plastic like grandma's couch/ Ugh I run this like grandma's house/ Either you in or you're out It's like grandma's house/ It might get hot up in the kitchen/ There's something on the stove Yeah there's something in them dishes/ You see that sitting in that pot n***a that ain't rice/ That sh** there just might give me life/ I might not come home until 20 50/ But until they catch a n***a I'm getting busy/ n***as selling dips Like a personal trainer/ Give your a** a whole clip Out of personal anger/ [Hook : Lavaa Man] I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ [Verse 2 : Lavaa Man] Cooking up in my granny's kitchen Hell nah I ain't penny pinching/ Hell nah I ain't f**ing slipping Glock 40 with the long extension/ Let it off in broad day Bullet holes in the hallway/ Granny like what the f** I'm going to kick your a** out one day/ She be hating on all my friends She said they ain't going to be sh**/ She said them boys ain't gonna f**ing ball They never gonna make the D list/ She was right about most of them A lot of them n***as so f**ing lame/ They switch up and drop names Hell nah they ain't in my gang/ I be on some real sh** Like my bro bro Yaka/ We in the field and we kicking it Like we playing soccer/ Her pyrex keep disappearing She think that it's my uncle/ But he just keep his mouth shut long as I keep throwing him bundles motherf**er/ Awlll! [Hook : Lavaa Man] I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ I be cooking I be cooking I be cooking like its gram/ I be cooking like its grandma's house/ [Outro : Male Voice] Yo nef this is uncle man My phone was all messed up man And I want to apologize but I still got you man When you get this message hit me up man Well aight

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