​grian

[Intro]
Pray to the Gods, that they get a rack up in they account ([?])
He talk shit and he want to glaze, now he want to pout
You so sad and broke, you a weird nigga, can't hang around
Roll this back, now I'm in the crib smokin' on some loud

[Chorus]
(Maybach Music)
I'm in the crib that Grian built, niggas want beef, can't see I'm chill
I'm trying to stack bands up to a mil', got this gas like King of the Hill
She want me 'cause I'm too real, pussy bald like Doctor Phil

[Verse]
New money, new clothes, I'm a rich nigga, ain't a fucking doubt
You want to beef with me, but I got your bitch and I'm in her mouth
Buy what I want, I'm not trying to look at no damn amount
These niggas, these niggas, they up in the drought
Pray to the Gods, that they get a rack up in they account
He talk shit and he want to glaze, now he want to pout
You so sad and broke, you a weird nigga, can't hang around
Roll this back, now I'm in the crib smokin' on some loud

[Chorus]
(Maybach Music)
I'm in the crib that Grian built, niggas want beef, can't see I'm chill
I'm trying to stack bands up to a mil', got this gas like King of the Hill
She want me 'cause I'm too real, pussy bald like Doctor Phil

[Verse]
New money, new clothes, I'm a rich nigga, ain't a fucking doubt
You want to beef with me, but I got your bitch and I'm in her mouth
Buy what I want, I'm not trying to look at no damn amount
These niggas, these niggas, they up in the drought
Pray to the Gods, that they get a rack up in they account

[Outro]
I'm in the crib that Grian built, niggas want beef, can't see I'm chill
I'm trying to stack bands up to a mil', got this gas like King of the Hill
She want me 'cause I'm too real, pussy bald like Doctor Phil