Grilling N****s II

Go suck a dick through a toilet seat, you motherfuckin' haters
Bitch, I bring a lot to the table, Will and Jada (yeah)
Phones stay locked every day these hoes wake up (wassup?)
'Cause Face ID don't recognize some bitches without makeup

I'ma grill nigga, nigga, nigga, niggas (woo)
Save this one for my real nigga, nigga, nigga, niggas (uh-huh)
Say shawty say he know me, look at him like, "How you figure?" (Oop)
I ain't claimin' no exes, I still be callin' shit Twitter

Flyer than the opps' soul, on the gang, rest in pissy
Apple Vision Pro, make 'em touch the air quickly (grrah)
I don't fuck with labels, make that choppa say it with me
Put that dot up on his head since we rather keep it indie

Gang, gang, gang, glizzies on glizzies, they like, "How many?" A milli'
I go to city to city, switchin' from Bentley to Bentley
So when hoes try to offend me, why would I handle it gently? (Kachow)
Uppercut that bitch so hard, look like a chip off the willy

If a nigga claim that he got beef (what you doin'?)
Bitch, I'm pullin' up like Keith Lee (and what you doin'?)
Pistol whip him like I'm tryna brush his teeth (woo), then Colgate with that trigger, watch it squeeze
It's feelin' like December 25th every day in this bitch, when I look at my bank, ooh-wee
And since I keep a choppa every day, you can call me Mariah
'Cause I carry every Christmas with ease, ha

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (yeah)
Choppa get that bitch like, "Oh, shit, that's close range" (yeah)
Up it, I'ma bust it, these bitches got no aim
Your name hold no weight like Ozempic and cocaine

It's a, it's a, it's a go on this ho, bust it down on the floor
"Do she know?" maybe so, four for four, now she pour
But my dough never low, check the score, I get more
Wrist snow, that's fasho, bitch, I'm realer, call me Glo'

On my neck, you see this onyx, curve a nigga like my commas
He say he don't ever cap 'cause he's a bitch, I guess he bonnet
I'm just fuckin' bein' honest, pinky ring made niggas promise
Ran through so, so many rings, look like an episode of Sonic

It's a, "I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck", night (at all)
Just took a bitch nigga, man, shout out trans rights
His dick a diamond tester, let him beat it up like Ike
'Cause, bitch, I cannot bruise when I'm wearin' all this ice

Man, these niggas ain't, these bitches ain't, these niggas ain't on nothin'
Spinnin' blocks, doin' donuts, so you know these hoes duckin' (skrrt)
I could fuck yo' nigga, but I'd rather fuck yo' cousin
'Cause that invite to yo' cookout, I'ma get that bitch bustin'

I'ma pull up, make sure I say, "Hi", 6:13, all these bitches finna die (bye)
Ain't talk in his city if that nigga Dubai
Then this ass in the air, he eatin' at Dinner in the Sky

Then it's "Bye", bitch, I'm back outside, not tryna be no bride
Don't ask "Why?", 'cause I'm not gon' lie, it's a million guys
Off the fly, he don't spend nice, not gon' spend a night
Swiped his card so many times, look like he tryna cut a pie

My nigga's bitch, nigga's bitch, why the fuck would I submit?
Text that nigga "ABC", I'm the alpha 'round this bitch
Told that nigga, "Look alive" 'cause that choppa made him twitch (boom, boom, boom)
Bitch, go get some matchin' thighs 'cause that BBL ain't shit

Bitch, I'm rollin', bitch, I'm rollin', bitch, I'm rollin' through the city
In some peanut butter seats, got out the jam, the bread was iffy
I've been out here takin' pics and livin' life and countin' millis
I've been gone for two years and still nobody fuckin' with me, what the fuck?