For Granted (feat. Kai Cenat) - EBH LO6AL

(Ayy, Draco) You know what the fuck goin' on, man Big whole lot of gang shit, man Bustdown Rollie, avalanche Yeah, my old bitch average This my first time rappin' it I might go retarded, shit Bentley coupe, I'm dashin' it Stand on my money, I'm tall as shit Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid" Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid" Bustdown Rollie, avalanche Yeah, my old bitch average This my first time rappin' it I might go retarded, shit Bentley coupe, I'm dashin' it Stand on my money, I'm tall as shit Told you, "Don't you doubt the kid" Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid" I ran up thirty, on thirty, on thirty When I'm in the streets, I stay too sturdy Two by two Hellcat, go fast Four by four, Lamb' truck on the gas I'm only 18 with big dreams Before 18, I seen things Feelin' like a big boss with six rings Or a bumblebee with six stings Tired of Bustdown Avalanche? Remind y'all what my status is Chain on froze like a mannequin My prime, I ain't passed that shit The surface, I'm just scratchin' it AMG, just copped the whip The surface, I'm just scratchin' it AMG, just copped the whip This one of my gifts, I'm sharin' it Had to learn how to carry it Confidence, the scariest (mm-hmm) Sicker than a variant Lead these niggas like Harriet These bitches be so arrogant Go to the room, get the gun After that, I'm clearin' it Ayy, ayy (brrt) Bustdown, baby, Glockiana (Glockiana) Presidential like Obama (like Obama) Where I'm from, we run down runners (come here, come here) Kill the killers, gun the gunners (brrt, brrt) Runnin' with snakes and piranhas (run it) Drac' hit his face like I'm Conor Cougar bitch, I'm fuckin' on her Nickname her Donna or Mama (mama) Nigga, we crop your gang out the picture Got more shots than some liquor (brrt) Say you slime but I'm slicker I kinda move like a lizard (brrt) Any weather, we we get you, we give a fuck 'bout a blizzard (brrt) Hit the scene with my niggas Few choppers, two tinted rentals (brrt, brrt) Face shot, change his dentals, bury him with some dimples (bury him) Put you on TV, watch you on the screen like Jimmy Kimmel (Jimmy Live) Gas prices, they been high But a full tank how we fill 'em (fill 'em up) Sent the hit, they don't know who killed 'em (come here) Bustdown Rollie, avalanche Yeah, my old bitch average This my first time rappin' it I might go retarded, shit Bentley coupe, I'm dashin' it Stand on my money, I'm tall as shit Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid" Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid" Bustdown Rollie, avalanche Yeah, my old bitch average This my first time rappin' it I might go retarded, shit Bentley coupe, I'm dashin' it Stand on my money, I'm tall as shit Told you, "Don't you doubt the kid" Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid"

Yeah Yeah Yeah 12 Years old Finna' hop in a Bentley Bentayga Knock him in Fort Better pick up your mans' Focus on dough boy I can't get a ring Kevin Gates, better pick up your pants (Tao made a fucking hit) (Rawr) Vocal range, feel like Stephen Curry Black and White, like a dang McFlurry Yeah Yeah Where's your guap? Where's your money? I had no bands, like a dummy I-I-I had made a cover It was for me He talking down Lil' bro finna' be running He finna' be running away He bout to slip better put on some skates Stepping in J's Call me Kevin Gates Talking on Yuno, get hit in the face He talking down Run away Slither like a snake If he talking down hit him up broad day Play with my pants My pants, they baggy I wear them saggy Shout-out my ninja, Shaggy And Scooby-Doo Scooby Dooby Doo Arooby rooby roo Everybody knows that we stay in the zoo I'm with my ninjas, ar ar ar Everybody knows that we staying like coop I beat a ninja face black and blue Feel like I'm Rocky I feel like a night I feel like I'm a mother freaking lil' kite I swerve pass me that pie OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH Ayo, chill Are you serious right now Are you serious right now Are you serious right now Forreal Alright Ar, ar, ar Vocal range, feel like Stephen Curry Black and White, like a dang McFlurry Yeah Yeah Where's your guap? Where's your money? I had no bands, like a dummy I-I-I had made a cover It was for me He talking down Lil' bro finna' be running He finna' be running away He bout to slip better put on some skates Stepping in J's Call me Kevin Gates Talking on Yuno, get hit in the face He talking down Run away Slither like a snake If he talking down, hit him up broad day