Izaiah Combs – Grams

Izaiah Combs – Grams Lyrics

Artist: Izaiah Combs
Song: Grams

Yari
Ay
Damn, again, Birdo
Ay, ay

Grams, yams
You need to live with me, I finna hit a dam
Ay, grams, yams
Ay

If I steal it, once I steal it twice
You might not get it back
And I am cookin’ rice
My neck is ice

I’m playin’ with you cause I love this life
I f#cked your wife, she said I’m nice
She wanna come and f#ck me twice
I told her, yeah, cause I’m nice

She wanna ride that
I told her, just chill
I gotta pop a pill
I’m more than f#ckin’ grams

This sh#t gettin’ too real
Hold up, baby, chill
You know I’m worth the mill
I don’t give a f#ck

I’ll shoot it up for real
Hold on, baby, wait
Hold on, wait
Hit him in his f#ckin’ face

Knocked off his drape
I don’t give a f#ck
I’ll hit him in his face
All the n#gg#s that play with me

Stay away
If you fake, stay away
If you snitch, stay away
You a b#tch, can’t bеlieve you did it

That sh#t, you a fake, n#gg#
Don’t you comе around me
Don’t you come actin’ cool
Like everything ain’t real, n#gg#

Don’t you come here
Always tryna f#ckin’ steal
You a little f#ckin’ b#tch
Always tryna put your hands on somebody

You can’t even fight for real
All these n#gg#s soft for real
I don’t give a f#ck
I’ll hit you in your f#ckin’ face

And I’m servin’ grams like golden
But all these n#gg#s playin’ with me
You can keep the one who’s told
And I’m in the Toyota

And we ridin’ deep through Tallahassee
And we don’t know your street
All these n#gg#s playin’ with me
Don’t come to the Nolia

Cause my n#gg#s, they don’t know you
All these n#gg#s playin’ with me
And I’m servin’ f#ckin’ grams
All these n#gg#s playin’ with me

Momma cookin’ yams in the kitchen
And she cook it up
But she whip it up
All these n#gg#s playin’ with me

Like I ain’t real
Ayy, you a snitch, stay from around me
I don’t f#ck with y’all n#gg#s
Keep that top around me

I keep my hoe around me
All these n#gg#s playin’ with me
I’m servin’ grams
All these n#gg#s playin’ with me

I’m servin’ grams
Ayy, I’m servin’ grams
Hold on
If I steal it once, I steal it twice

You might not get it back tonight
I’m cookin’ rice, my neck of ice
Don’t play me cause I love this life
I f#ck your wife, she said I’m nice

She wanna come and f#ck me twice
I told her, yeah
Cause I’m nice, she wanna ride it
I told her, just chill

Ayy, I gotta pop a pill
I’m on the f#ckin’ grams
Man, this sh#t gettin’ too real
Hold on, baby, chill

You know I’m worth the meal
I don’t give a f#ck
I’ll shoot it up for real
All these n#gg#s playin’ with me

They ain’t servin’ grams
You a snitch, you a lil’ b#tch
Stay from f#ckin’ around me
Ayy, ayy

You a lil’ b#tch
Stay from walkin’ around me
Ayy
Don’t be talkin’ on my teacher’s name

Cause he ain’t say that sh#t
All you n#gg#s really fake
I don’t give a f#ck
But I’m still servin’ grams

All these n#gg#s playin’ with me
And I break it like a yoke
And we done with the song
Ayy

And we done with the song
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Izaiah Combs Lyrics – Grams

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Release Year: 2023