Mcgriddles lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Catch him in that drive-thru, we cook sh*t up like McGriddles
n*gga pressed me 'bout his b*tch, his eyes got popped up like her pimples
You got money, why you stressed out? Wish it really was that simple
I got PTSD, demons, I can't get them off my mental

[Verse]
Before I get sentimental, I'll probably kill who hurt me
Every time we pulled up, we made n*ggas dance like they was sturdy
So addicted to this grind, like you would think it came wit' pеrkies
b*tch, don't try to f*ck me now, ain't wanna f*ck when I was dirty
I got bands now
Wеnt and bought some sticks, attached the drums, you know that band loud
Yo' b*tch love my teeth, I ain't put diamonds in my damn mouth
I been in my duffle, I'm gon' eat, without a damn doubt
Do this for the bros, don't give a f*ck about no damn clout
Put the city on, b*tch, I ain't never seen no damn drought
Left my Glock at home, you could still come see what these hands 'bout
Shot so many times I thought it jammed, but damn, I ran out
O.T.M., this Out The Mud, ain't never put my hands out
I'ma kill myself before I go out like a lick
If you take from off my plate, then I'ma make you eat this blick
New Balenci's don't got laces, you tell me why would I trip?
You ain't match when I had grams, so you can't smoke up out my zips
[Bridge]
b*tch, then my heart got cold as f*ck
I ain't scared of sh*t, come by my doley if I'm showin' up
Bro run up and blow him one
You n*ggas owed us one
I know I get hot-headed but the gang worse, I'm the coldest one

[Verse 2]
We givin' out toe tags
Drums and guns in my tote bag
You fake, I know that, I
Marry money, no romance, I
Be alone, got no friends, I
Go hard, got no plans, I
Need you some help, I
Me by all myself, I

[Chorus]
Catch him in that drive-thru, we cook sh*t up like McGriddles
n*gga pressed me 'bout his b*tch, his eyes got popped up like her pimples
You got money, why you stressed out? Wish it really was that simple
I got PTSD, demons, I can't get them off my mental