Grammy Family Freestyle
By Wiz Khalifa
2024
3:49
Official Music Video
Grammy Family Freestyle by Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Homie, say word
It's young Khalifa the prince of Pittsburgh
Gotchu niggas trippin on how I can spit words
Rappin to make a livin, don't have to go flip birds
Sick of them cats wantin to battle to get heard
Bring it in my direction and check it you get served
Givin them cats lessons so get learned
Sick flow, use no protection and get burned
From the Burgh, where anything give is to get earned
Got my hands on the gear
And I'm steerin the grip firm
When your mans beginning to get nervous
We the niggas who's next when they switch terms
Cruise like a jet when I'm lettin the spliff burn
On the rise so niggas try hopin they can watch him
Why so many try knowin they can't knock him
If not I told you before homie we major
I'm trying to tell you the Burgh we get it poppin
412 in the spot, I got stocked in
Not to mention I'm gettin this damn tease
My record playin, the haters sayin it can't be
But I ain't even trippin on niggas
The family will stomp a nigga out
Just as quick as stampede
In the ill city the steel quick with the [?]
We don't even need to shoot
You fruits get hand squeezed
And we keep winnin you can't see
This shit is illin up from the city of champions
Travelin far places just to see your man sing
How I got em in the club, doin the damn thing
Pourin Henny in the cup, and 2 in the champagne
Puttin trees in the dutch, blowin the damn green
Me and Kev stay higher than airplanes
Still rollin up back to back like freight trains
Far as rap go, my nigga we killin em, 'ya mean?
Two niggas you can't be
Homie if you don't understand me
Cut to the show and see how the fans scream, like
[Kev Da Hustla:]
Too many niggas tellin givin names to feds
The same niggas pass years aimed at Kev
But I maintain movin I came off the edge
Until they take the dreams of my brother like goddamn
My music stretchin now I'm receiving some new fans
But I'm still in the hood
Youngin' like food stamps
Who the fuck is you, fam?
They gassed you, I'm ether
I got a [?], if you want it for young Khalifa
FBI tape and I switched it up to the beeper
And shit shorty, if she a 10, she a keeper
It's deep boy, I handle my ways
I'm tryna watch fight front row, Mandalay Bay
Cause round here they ransom ya mentally pay
Probably won't find you till like 34 days
Body fucked up, pieces in 34 ways
They see my feet like damn he's killin them jays
Same through post stunt, and I kill them with plays
And my boot deuce pound, same as my age
It sound like two loose animals outta the cage
Shoot first and knock them rubberbands right off your braids
Don't get played, youngin I get paid
Shorty you ain't fly, don't tryn get sprayed
The watch cold just like the insides of A's
While you niggas still trickin with bitches to get laid
You should get saved, and church is the best way
Cause you just a chicken like churches in KFC
And can't see, I'm somethin you can't be
Tracks I can rap forever like camry's
You can't breathe, stuck and you can't leave
And if you lookin for me
I'm right where them grams be
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Grammy Family Freestyle by Wiz Khalifa
Grammy Family Freestyle* (original Wiz Khalifa)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Homie, say word
It's young Khalifa the prince of Pittsburgh
Gotchu niggas trippin on how I can spit words
Rappin to make a livin, don't have to go flip birds
Sick of them cats wantin to battle to get heard
Bring it in my direction and check it you get served
Givin them cats lessons so get learned
Sick flow, use no protection and get burned
From the Burgh, where anything give is to get earned
Got my hands on the gear
And I'm steerin the grip firm
When your mans beginning to get nervous
We the niggas who's next when they switch terms
Cruise like a jet when I'm lettin the spliff burn
On the rise so niggas try hopin they can watch him
Why so many try knowin they can't knock him
If not I told you before homie we major
I'm trying to tell you the Burgh we get it poppin
412 in the spot, I got stocked in
Not to mention I'm gettin this damn tease
My record playin, the haters sayin it can't be
But I ain't even trippin on niggas
The family will stomp a nigga out
Just as quick as stampede
In the ill city the steel quick with the [?]
We don't even need to shoot
You fruits get hand squeezed
And we keep winnin you can't see
This shit is illin up from the city of champions
Travelin far places just to see your man sing
How I got em in the club, doin the damn thing
Pourin Henny in the cup, and 2 in the champagne
Puttin trees in the dutch, blowin the damn green
Me and Kev stay higher than airplanes
Still rollin up back to back like freight trains
Far as rap go, my nigga we killin em, 'ya mean?
Two niggas you can't be
Homie if you don't understand me
Cut to the show and see how the fans scream, like
[Kev Da Hustla:]
Too many niggas tellin givin names to feds
The same niggas pass years aimed at Kev
But I maintain movin I came off the edge
Until they take the dreams of my brother like goddamn
My music stretchin now I'm receiving some new fans
But I'm still in the hood
Youngin' like food stamps
Who the fuck is you, fam?
They gassed you, I'm ether
I got a [?], if you want it for young Khalifa
FBI tape and I switched it up to the beeper
And shit shorty, if she a 10, she a keeper
It's deep boy, I handle my ways
I'm tryna watch fight front row, Mandalay Bay
Cause round here they ransom ya mentally pay
Probably won't find you till like 34 days
Body fucked up, pieces in 34 ways
They see my feet like damn he's killin them jays
Same through post stunt, and I kill them with plays
And my boot deuce pound, same as my age
It sound like two loose animals outta the cage
Shoot first and knock them rubberbands right off your braids
Don't get played, youngin I get paid
Shorty you ain't fly, don't tryn get sprayed
The watch cold just like the insides of A's
While you niggas still trickin with bitches to get laid
You should get saved, and church is the best way
Cause you just a chicken like churches in KFC
And can't see, I'm somethin you can't be
Tracks I can rap forever like camry's
You can't breathe, stuck and you can't leave
And if you lookin for me
I'm right where them grams be
Grammy Family Freestyle (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Homie, di la verdad
Es el joven Khalifa, el príncipe de Pittsburgh
Los tengo a ustedes alucinando con cómo puedo soltar palabras
Rapeando para ganarme la vida, no tengo que ir a vender drogas
Cansado de esos tipos queriendo batallar para ser escuchados
Tráelo en mi dirección y verás que te sirvo
Dándoles lecciones a esos tipos, así que aprendan
Flow enfermo, no uso protección y te quemas
Del Burgh, donde todo lo que se da es para ganarse
Tengo mis manos en el volante
Y estoy manejando con agarre firme
Cuando tus amigos empiezan a ponerse nerviosos
Somos los que siguen cuando cambian los turnos
Navego como un jet cuando dejo que el porro se queme
En ascenso, así que los niggas intentan con la esperanza de poder verlo
¿Por qué tantos lo intentan sabiendo que no pueden derribarlo?
Si no, te lo dije antes, homie, somos grandes
Estoy tratando de decirte que en el Burgh lo hacemos explotar
412 en el lugar, me abastecí
Sin mencionar que estoy recibiendo este maldito acoso
Mi disco sonando, los haters diciendo que no puede ser
Pero ni siquiera me estoy preocupando por los niggas
La familia pisoteará a un nigga
Tan rápido como una estampida
En la ciudad enferma, el acero rápido con el [?]
Ni siquiera necesitamos disparar
Ustedes, frutas, son exprimidos a mano
Y seguimos ganando, no puedes ver
Esta mierda está enfermando desde la ciudad de campeones
Viajando a lugares lejanos solo para ver a tu hombre cantar
Cómo los tengo en el club, haciendo lo que sea
Vertiendo Henny en la copa, y 2 en el champán
Poniendo hierba en el blunt, fumando la maldita verde
Kev y yo nos mantenemos más altos que los aviones
Todavía enrollando uno tras otro como trenes de carga
En cuanto al rap, mi nigga, los estamos matando, ¿entiendes?
Dos niggas que no puedes ser
Homie, si no me entiendes
Corta al show y mira cómo gritan los fans, como
[Kev Da Hustla:]
Demasiados niggas delatando, dando nombres a los federales
Los mismos niggas pasaron años apuntando a Kev
Pero me mantengo en movimiento, salí del límite
Hasta que se lleven los sueños de mi hermano, como maldita sea
Mi música se está extendiendo, ahora estoy recibiendo nuevos fans
Pero sigo en el barrio
Joven como cupones de alimentos
¿Quién carajo eres tú, familia?
Te inflaron, yo soy éter
Tengo un [?], si lo quieres para el joven Khalifa
Cinta del FBI y lo cambié al beeper
Y mierda, nena, si es un 10, es para quedarse
Es profundo, chico, manejo mis asuntos
Estoy tratando de ver la pelea en primera fila, Mandalay Bay
Porque por aquí te rescatan, pagas mentalmente
Probablemente no te encontrarán hasta como 34 días
Cuerpo jodido, pedazos de 34 maneras
Ven mis pies como "maldita sea, está matando esas Jays"
Lo mismo a través de la acrobacia, y los mato con jugadas
Y mi bota pesa dos libras, igual que mi edad
Suena como dos animales sueltos fuera de la jaula
Dispara primero y quítales las ligas de tus trenzas
No te dejes engañar, jovencito, a mí me pagan
Nena, no eres cool, no intentes que te rocíen
El reloj frío como el interior de las A's
Mientras ustedes, niggas, siguen engañando con putas para acostarse
Deberías salvarte, y la iglesia es el mejor camino
Porque eres solo un pollo como los de KFC
Y no puedes ver, soy algo que no puedes ser
Pistas que puedo rapear para siempre como los Camry
No puedes respirar, atascado y no puedes irte
Y si me buscas
Estoy justo donde están esos gramos
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