Gramn - Do It For The GramN

I've gone and cast a spell on all you bitches voodoo
Now every bubble full up with swag blathering woo woo
Who knew them trails will kill you?
And POTUS popping paedos because he knows the pizza bureaus are weirdos man what a hero
Ah a Russian yeti
Big Foot Big Foot
5G can cut like its a machete
Like it's a chopper
You repping my mind with merch and reels
These breadcrumbs they by pay my bills
I dope you bitch now you bubblin'
Bubblin' boyed off for real
Whatever

Flowerbeds are flowerless
Do it whatever
Soul mates are soulless
Do it whatever
Like a lab rat in a labyrinth
Do it whatever
Do it for the GramN for the GramN trauma whatever

Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN yeah man trauma whatever

Over
Strung out
Damn you stink fam
But if you stop
You might miss some
An addict's erratic, dogmatic, emphatic, pathetic protest that bredrin I'm bless, it's teckers but ah
Bitch you steaming on it
No sleeping on it
What ya streamin' on it?
Meme and pout on your ones
Turns out Kazinski wrote us right about it
Like you hikikomori long
Now everybody's your one
Just like every songs your song
Whatever

Flowerbeds are flowerless
Do it whatever
Soul mates are soulless
Do it whatever
Like a lab rat in a labyrinth
Do it whatever
Do it for the GramN for the GramN trauma whatever

Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN yeah man trauma whatever

Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN yeah man trauma whatever

The culture caught another one
Uh huh, mm-hmm
The culture caught another
Sprayin' that flack wide
Caught a lil' fox hide
Lozza so that guy
One too many white lines
Bin his little bit
Bin his liccle bit
WOP are on the pitch
Sub the little shit
Pin this tweet and go

Never was shade so rare
But shades been thrown all day yeah
May I have please my say yeah?
Pitchforks best review like Fader
Man knows clicking's bait no haters
Blowing up we'll make no craters
Cazza gone cos this shit made her

Flowerbeds are flowerless
Do it whatever
Soul mates are soulless
Do it whatever
Like a lab rat in a labyrinth
Do it whatever
Do it for the GramN for the GramN trauma whatever

Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN yeah man trauma whatever

Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN
Do it for the GramN
Whatever
Do it for the GramN yeah man trauma whatever

Written by:
Evan Williams-N'Dure, James Robertson

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