Dirty Vans - Grams lyrics

[Hook] Grams [x6] Weigh it up, We push and sell it Grams [x6] You know that I gotta buncha Grams [x6] b**hes love a n***a with the Grams [x6] Hit my plug [?] [Verse 1] Smoking grape b**h To the face b**h Northern lights That's that bay sh** Rolling loud My weed is ba** b**h You try to rob my pack you'll get a face lift Might have to light you up You'll get erased b**h Thrown in a lake quick I do not play b**h I've been a bad piece of sh** since the playpen Been knocked three times but I ain't say sh** Lost it all took it back to the basics Married with the Molly then my main chicks You can't have them full price Let's talk rates b**h I got that grape sh** never pushing fake sh** First place for the money I be chasing I'm real persistent on it like we Jason My crew is real thick plus we plugged like Masons I got that Will Smith [?] like Uncle Phil b**h [Hook]