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D Savage - How Many Grams Lyrics

[Intro]
How many girls in the front?
How many grams in the blunt?
How many grams in the blunt? (Glide)
How many grams in the blunt?
How many grams in the blunt? (Slide)
How many grams in the blunt?
How many grams in the blunt?

[Chorus]
How many grams in the blunt? (Glide)
I'm boutta eat her for lunch (Slide)
I gotta trunk in the front (Die)
I'm boutta pull up and dump (Slide)
I'm on my grind it took me some time, but baby you know I'm the one (One)
I'm in the club, with a lil' vibe, spend a little money for fun
My shooter, uh, my shooter, yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, yeah
My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter

[Verse]
Pockets big I came with a knot
She gon' suck it up, baby, don't choke
I took off and went straight to the top
I got agents, they won't let me flop
Pour a pint of Wockhardt in my pop (Geeked up)
I'm geeked up I can't stop
Put a brick of heroin on the block
Put a lil' switch on my Glock
Stop playing that shit will go down
Don't move, I'm not playing around
Get fired if you out of bounds
I just hit the block and it's time to creep
Elite, I don't make a sound
I don't want your thot, the bitch is a freak
For me, this bitches go down
I'm so savage I came with them rounds
I can't get caught flying with pounds out of town
In the 'Raq and I'm with Bloodhound
We just put an opp face on the ground
They thought I was wild when I was a kid, I'm grown, but look at me now
Don't want no smoke, them niggas is fags, they hoes they throwing the towel
I'm with a bitch eating eating that [?]
They left me for dead, they wondering how
Rack, got them racks to make momma proud
I'm in my zone, I'm not coming down
I'm in the cup with a [?] right now
[?], gotta make it count
My 'lil bitch wanna make it bounce
I smoke out the pound you smoke out the ounce
Bad little bitch wanna taste my kids
Bust down my neck and I bust down my wrist
These niggas broke and ain't got no rizz
Rose gold on me and it look like piss
Rolls Royce truck I'ma jump on in
Fuck my ex, I'ma fuck her friends
Geeked off drank I'ma crash my Benz
I'm bought a Perc I don't pop no Xans
[Chorus]
How many grams in the blunt? (Glide)
I'm boutta eat her for lunch (Slide)
I gotta trunk in the front (Die)
I'm boutta pull up and dump (Slide)
I'm on my grind it took me some time, but baby you know I'm the one (One)
I'm in the club, with a lil' vibe, spend a little money for fun
My shooter, uh, my shooter, yeah, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter
My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, yeah
My shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter, my shooter