Granny Two Shoes

Rollin down the street like it’s a drag race,

 none of that patrolling shiz, she cruising at 40 mph.

Staying yojng with those crisp white sneaks

And them baggy pants with the flannel inseems

Blinging gold so hard she radiating light beems.

Grannys getting bucky wit some jose in her grasp

That scooter be swerving like skates on grass

She Aint got no teeth

Removed for ilbehavior

Chomping on fools cause as drunk as a sailor

Good thing she got a Kane to support her pimp walk,

Or else shed be in dat scooter taking over your sidewalk

Granny two shoes be be queen bee of the crowd,

Her fresh, jet black quaf , and her matching eyebrows.

Damn granny your fanny be packing,

Not your behind girl the fanny pack you be rockin.

Oooo I think she’s gone too far,

Grannys sportin a viser,

By age, I don’t know if the dame got wiser.

She got  aviser burn on a straight shot to the skull

She be all sun stroke she could put a baby into a lull.

Tell me more stories please granny may,

Rocking in her chair you know shell  begin to say

Well sonny, ”back in my day”

For all she knowns her last day is today,

Granny may oh granny may

You a gangsta type laday