Has that (feat. Dude) Video (MV)

Yeah, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay,
Turn up
Bright night, dark day, smoke right Come through, roll spliff, get pipe
Greglamontt, I'm back in this bitch You know I'm controlling the mic

I'm trying to get a sack in this bitch Like Tom Brady, right after the Hike
And everything I attract is rich You see that I'm climbing new heights
Got some good Dank, better say thanks Bout to set the record straight, record breaking
Watch me levitate, ballin' eight, infinity Saint, infantry with tanks, my pen been a shank

Innovate, renovate, intake, until I can't take, Bait, up? Till I don't wake up
Oh, for heaven's sakes, catch a break Take a breath and press play, no pressing brakes
I follow form, of the greats, haters gon' hate
Bright night, dark day, smoke right Come through, roll, split, get pipe

Greglamontt, I'm back in this bitch You know I'm controlling the mic
I'm trying to get a sack in this bitch Like Tom Brady, right after the hike
And everything I attract is rich, You see that I'm climbing new heights

You don't make up for your sins in the church You do it in the streets, you do it at home The rest is bullshit and you know it

See I'm swerving in and out lanes, serving in and out
I'm dangerous, nerves been shot since early morning
Doing circles, pacing, natural born killer I supernatural when I do it, baby, I'm a sworn killer

Doing circles, I've been doing circles, I've been doing circles
I'm a sworn killer, eye on stomach, eat you whore bitches
Show you raw, show you raw, I ain't trippin' dawg
I seen visions on and off, officially some screwed loose

Deuce, deuce, packed up with my sword off, I'll get through to you out by the stars
Serving, sipping bourbon, I'm out ripping verses
Tag Teamin Bitches, with some bitches, it's just service uh
Yeah, it's just service uh

747, take a flight, it's 4 to 7 club, f*ck dying 27
I'm here for forever, love, I'm here for forever, bruh
All these raps that I compose, while she's in suspense
Let me sit and roll, hold me tippin', hold me tippin

4-4, & 6'4" in a 6-4
Cruising down the street, need I repeat
What, we some G's, motherf*cker
Top shotta, for the chowder

Make a thing go rat-a-rata
On my mama, DMT and my
Abdulla, Oblongata
Baby, spit this shit once before

But I'ma do it once again on my mama
On my mama, don't change the topic
I stay on top of it, I see that shit
I gotta cop it

You say you got a gun, bitch, I got a rocket, huh
And if you get that bag, nigga, please don't drop it
Please don't fumble, I'm up and under
I'm keeping humble, cause these niggas tryna put me six feet under

I'm interstellar, yeah, she in my cellular, yeah
But she ain't want a nigga back when people see me as a failure
Least of my worry is a designer bag
I'm just tryna prove my spirit and live my life with class

I ain't worried about these niggas, that's just fake brag
They ain't got a house, but all they worry about is ass
That's ass backwards, I always get the last laugh
You talking trash, why you living your life out a trash bag

You can barely breathe, boy, you moving like an asthmat-
And I'm sick, yeah, I'm moving in a hazmat
Greg got what? Nigga, tell me who has that
I'm in the cut, I'm just waiting on the cash app

I ain't gon front, put your mouth where your ass at
Shake that ass, baby, let me see you toss that