Gross lyrics

[Intro]
DY Krazy
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang
Bang, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1]
Handyman sh*t, smack him with the pipe
Vibrate your b*tch, we strapped up like a dyke
Watch hittin different colors like some Mike and Ike's
Swear I had a cap gun before I rode a bike
In the hood, it was nothing but some tough love
Light the macaroni up and make it bubble
Blow your ass down b*tch you got me f*cked up
b*tch I got it off the work what the f*ck is love?
Porsche seats fitting tight like a f*cking love
Gave your b*tch Destiny's Child you a f*ckin scrub
Play a b*tch like 2K20 she a f*ckin dub
We will run up on you, you better run it up
That b*tch that I was playing she just gave me pus*y yeah just because she seen me hoppin out the Tonka truck
Young n*ggas bustin gats before they bustin nuts
b*tch my heart been gone f*ck is lovey-dovey

[Flatline noise]
Whew....ayyyee...whew....aye..Sosa baby....DY

[Verse 2]
Man this sh*ts gross!
And the truck that I am in cost the most
Got a 45, pus*y boy
I don't give a f*ck if you stood 6'4
Smoking on that keisha this that reefer
Foreign truck gross man look at all the features
I'm like nice to meet you, no feature
b*tch think I need her told her split like a peace
I just painted me a Glory Mona Lis-
Boy don't get your ass swiped like a vis-
b*tch named keisha she a real di*k pleaser
She be f*cking n*gga you think she a tease
My lil brother ready to go like Queen Latifah