Side Piece lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
Brodie, what you on?
sh*t, chillin', what's the word?
Man, I just hit this cold b*tch, I gotta show you this b*tch right quick, hold on, look
This her page right here
Fine as hell and this b*tch low-key, like
I seen her on some estate type sh*t, caught her in the club, she was goin'
Why you lookin' like that, though?
Hmm

[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley]
You know me, I keep it P, don't do no lame sh*t
She f*ckin' me, she f*ckin' Tee, man, that's gang b*tch
Ass fat, pus*y good, yeah, I came quick
I ain't gon' lie, bro, I think we done hit the same b*tch
Way you describin' her, this gotta be the same b*tch
Ain't got no 313, she got a 586
Look at our texts, she been tellin' us the same sh*t
Said she ain't f*ckin' nobody, these b*tches make me sick

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley]
I met her at a party, they was bangin' "First Day Out"
I met her at a party, they was bangin' "Tay B Style"
Like back in June, that b*tch spent a whole month at my house (What?)
That sh*t crazy, she told me she was at Rolling Loud
I don't trust b*tches, I hit 'em, then I act different
Stupid-ass b*tch told me she don't f*ck with rap n*ggas
I guess I don't rap then, 'cause I had that b*tch backflippin'
Told me she don't know no D n*ggas, this b*tch cap different
Do she got the 14 with the screen cracked?
And her daddy caught like fourteen bringin' beans back?
Yeah, the cracked screen with the stickers on the back, I seen that
On Instagram actin' bougie with her fake mean ass
[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley]
You know me, I keep it P, don't do no lame sh*t
She f*ckin' me, she f*ckin' Tee, man, that's gang b*tch
Ass fat, pus*y good, yeah, I came quick
I ain't gon' lie, bro, I think we done hit the same b*tch
Way you describin' her, this gotta be the same b*tch
Ain't got no 313, she got a 586
Look at our texts, she been tellin' us the same sh*t
Said she ain't f*ckin' nobody, these b*tches make me sick

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley]
I like her, but you already hit her, big bro
I'm 'bout to call this b*tch up and put this sh*t on the floor
Man, don't even call that b*tch, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't tryna see her ass
I don't hit women, I'm 'bout to have my sister beat her ass
I set a date, you set a date, let's have her meet up
She see us sittin' there together, she gon' be stuck
I'm gon' be laughin' so damn hard, that b*tch get beat up
We gon' be sittin' at the bar actin' like we drunk
I can't believe I showed that weak b*tch my f*ckin' stash
'Bout to have my lil' n*ggas beat her lil' brother ass
Let's both set it up for Saturday
When she get there, we ain't gon' even talk, we just gon' see what this b*tch gotta say

[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley]
You know me, I keep it P, don't do no lame sh*t
She f*ckin' me, she f*ckin' Tee, man, that's gang b*tch
Ass fat, pus*y good, yeah, I came quick
I ain't gon' lie, bro, I think we done hit the same b*tch
Way you describin' her, this gotta be the same b*tch
Ain't got no 313, she got a 586
Look at our texts, she been tellin' us the same sh*t
Said she ain't f*ckin' nobody, these b*tches make me sick
[Outro]
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)