Sleeks - Grams 2 Grands [Music Video]

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LYRICS;

I pray my workers don’t run wen I drop em a pack
I pay my Jewllers in full I ain’t doubling back
Ever been inside a bando had to cover the flaps
I’m 20 bricks deep whole block stinking of pack
N das a fax cut the beat if cappin
I’m nuen like dees rappers, rapping bout dat trap n dey ain’t ever seen a pack
No dust box full like a nugget meal
If u don’t wanna shot that pack then ur brother will

I had 10 bricks inda yard told my mummy it’s weed
I can handle dis weight I don’t need u to spot me
Grams turn to grands now look where it got me
Now pushing amg top speed
Onda phone plug he got me so he drops bs
Bitches coming by the dozen all giving me top
We cop kettles then hammers come wid it it’s not not cheap
I wish u cud see how dis glock clean
I swear down It cost to be the boss I’m still paying the debt
This ain’t ptsd I’m insane in the head
Put a hand on my friends I put a stain on ur crep
N that’s a scar u will never forget

They put their ears to the street wen you’re giving em pain
Hb in the ride I can’t speed on the mains
All this encro chat kinda shut down the game
But Free nines cz I’m tryna get it dro tryna get em from Spain
Trapping ain’t dead we told the world on stage
I put a load of man on I gave em boxes of haze
It’s was twenty 15 We robbed the yardie for grade
N then my dad called my phone said the ends ain’t safe

I fell in love with the streets all I kno is stack
No hoover inda bando only vaccume pack
Fast moneys looking way better than slow
But And all them losses that u take is like ur income tax
These niggas fumbling the bag bcz they play wid it
They wanna build a bear me I wanna break a break
Going mad for the oussy pocket raping it
They needs help up on the roads like a lane assist

3 floors inda bando, gotta smoke inda top room
Hate silly questions like yo have I got food
Bruck pon brick leather jackets thw costume
Whips on whips Black tints wen I cut tru
Bud by the dozen I don’t grow they just dropping em whole
I got rappers on my line, no celebrity show
I got money on my mind can’t u see by the glow
Uno the saying now u see now u know

I ain’t watering plants I’m puttin trees ina bowl
1000 grams ain’t enough I’m shotting 3 ina row
This bid stink soo much we got fabreze on the go
& we can’t open up the windows they gon think it’s a grow

I been putting in work for a long time
Dirt Yh I done Yh I done mine
Yo have u got a 8ball u got the wrong line
I been str8 since I upp the weight of the consign
Niggas fake but I cut the dead weight long time
It’s bait, if it’s bout paper I’m on mine
Rap Yh I’m online Trap get it gone right
Running to them bands
Catch me if u can
I’m doubling the money like there magic in my hand

Dees niggas all broke they ain’t taking risks
They ain’t makin no pros outdated flips
I ain’t got no phone wen I’m taking pics
I’m tryna find the next pack that gonna make a flip
Wen u gonna stop stacking wen the clock stops
It’s been a good week I been running block hot
Tt flake u can tell wen the grub locks
they keep jumping on the squares like hop scotch