Grandma’s Baby Lyrics – Young Stoner Life

Read the full Grandma’s Baby lyrics by Young Stoner Life from the album Slime Language 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Stoner Life’s music, you can also explore Eaters and Club Outside, two other songs by Young Stoner Life.

[Intro]
Vij0hn locked in this motherfu*ker

[Chorus: Bslime]
Big dog, I made it, look at all they faces I made it, look at all they faces
See the stars on the doors, this where here the ladies
I was trapping in the bando, I’m a project baby
Yes, the streets raised me, I’m a grandma baby
I’m a grandma baby
I grabbed the pad and the pen and wrote my life out
I’m shooting dice inside the safe, hope I don’t crap out, crap out
Can’t too many n!ggas tell you that I had my hand out
I been knocking pins down, I can’t do no wrong

[Verse 1: Bslime]
I’m on medication, sipping syrup, patient
On my knees talking to God, why the Devil chasing?
Lately, I been faded
I been talking to my kid and look at me, I made it
Yeah, I see they faces
Pray for my homie, he been fiending, give him a reason
Rolling dice, thinking ’bout Beanie, my uncle Beanie
Welcome to lil’ Haiti
We put Dracos on a baby, I’m ghetto crazy
Auntie strung out on them drügs, she hallucinating
Auntie never forget my face, she say I’m her favorite
Hit the block, I’m with the paper to run my pape’ up
I was raised around the money, abused the favors
Takeoff like a rocket, rest in peace to Take
Rest in peace to Kede, I had fu*ked her, she was nameless
B!tch had pushed up on me like, “Say, twin, what you banging?”
I been on the same s*it, slatty, I been staining

[Chorus: Bslime]
Big dog, I made it, look at all they faces I made it, look at all they faces
See the stars on the doors, this where here the ladies
I was trapping in the bando, I’m a project baby

Yes, the streets raised me, I’m a grandma baby
I’m a grandma baby
I grabbed the pad and the pen and wrote my life out
I’m shooting dice inside the safe, hope I don’t crap out, crap out
Can’t too many n!ggas tell you that I had my hand out
I been knocking pins down, I can’t do no wrong

[Verse 2: Veeze]
Hit like twenty b!tches in the club, they all texting
My mama used to help me scam, I’m buying her whatever (Yeah, on God)
I’m using Saint Laurent for T-shirts, but the logo leather
I really got it out the mud, I’m pouring up forever
Riding in red, them n!ggas who ain’t give me nothing
Made fifty grand, four boys and I was under pressure
Selling coc*ine when we was minor, couldn’t get in trouble
Can’t pay your way up out the system, you got n!ggas tugging
My ex, she special, I buy her Christian and Margiela (Bought her)
Tonight, I’m blazing, I’m kicking s*it with Jeffrey nephew (On Fives)
Walk through the strip club to the kitchen ’cause I got the weapon (Bop)
I’m just a slide, I need an effort

[Chorus: Bslime]
Big dog, I made it, look at all they faces
See the stars on the doors, this where here the ladies
I was trapping in the bando, I’m a project baby
Yes, the streets raised me, I’m a grandma baby
I’m a grandma baby
I grabbed the pad and the pen and wrote my life out
I’m shooting dice inside the safe, hope I don’t crap out, crap out
Can’t too many n!ggas tell you that I had my hand out
I been knocking pins down, I can’t do no wrong

[Outro: Bslime]
I can’t do no wrong
Yeah, I can’t do no wrong