Griptape’!! lyrics

[Chorus: Pink Siifu]
Ho back in this b*tch
Old school, got that brand new sh*t
Glow like shawty candles
Ho back in this b*tch
Old school, got that brand new sh*t
Glow like shawty candles

[Verse 1: Pink Siifu]
Yeah, that's paint
Say what it is all the time don't know sh*t
What it is, what it ain't, nah
You can't touch the safe
Ho, that's bank
Be direct, ho, please have some character
Shorty mad, get off that bullsh*t
Don't I take care of ya?
Erryday, erryday
Came back for a while hoe
Only for a minute
What it's hitting for
Yeah, yeah, that's aim
Shots fire
Cans for all this trash
You judging refelct the glass
Im hustlin back on my Dad
I diggity diggity…
Diggity diggity Dad
This for my… uh, wait
I diggity… uh uh
This for my family
What you gon’ do for yo ass?
Ride around, get the bag
I ride around, get the bag
I spend it with my gang
That's 50 that's 50 that's 50
Ride around, with a .. cover your ears, wait
Ridе around with a.. couple years
Pushed thе bar, yeah that's game
Shorty put that pus*y on Playboy
Ain't it shame?
Way too plain, who, who to blame
Follow your heart, no shame
Parkin lot, shot fired, yeh that's spray
It ‘all-go’ all the time, it ‘all-go’ all the time
On the blower, all they go
On the blower all they go
On the corner, at the sto’
Hear that, corner sto’
Moment, Im comin, slow, wait
[Bridge]
Shorty wanna ride, wait
You can’t get out the drive-way
Shorty got that grip tape
pus*y got that grip tape
Shorty got that grip tape
pus*y got that grip tape
pus*y got that grip tape
(x2)

[Verse 2: Valee]
I’m getting mouth like Daffy Duck
Sufferin' Succotash
Two cups, punch and you know it?
I mean like forward slash
In a Hellcat kitten
Time go by fast
Why not make her wish she wet?
I'm gettin' head like eyelash
Hot box in there?
It’s a AMG Mercedes seat, massager chair?
n*ggas shinin’ ain’t lasting long enough I’m shootin’ a flare gun
Im in Louis Vui-ton
This n*gga think he Farrakhan
Im all in Miami, I mean I’m finna parasail in huur
I get naked like next in line to see the chiropractor
Exotic flower, look like a Cattleya
She keep smokin' on that layup
Loft I'm in, came with Bluetooth elevators
Pardon me for pairing
Kitty, corner, colored, cranberry coupe, this b*tch with me an Aries
Drop top look like Milk on MLK
My permit park not paid
I'm all inside your b*tches house and energy, she callin' me “Sage”
I pulled off the lot precautiously
Avoiding pothole abrasions
I put M on top of M like Maybach Music
My yellowbone b*tch Freemason, and amazing
Old school antique, I try critique the mileage, it’s extinct
She feel me, no Collins
How the exotic blow in the air like pollen
She on her knees I pray for the position, I’m in
Runnin up on me, I splat your noodles
Look like we makin' ramen
…
(singing)
And you know, why I know why?
Got that b*tch who live in Iowa
And I owe her nun’
Brembo Brakes is on my car
Trying to slow up them horses
All of a sudden, ain't no rush how we rush in
And the exhausts on my car?
Man that sound like Jennifer Hudson
Turbo charge combustion