Grilling n*ggas II lyrics

[Verse]
Go suck a di*k through a toilet seat, you motherf*ckin' haters
b*tch, I bring a lot to the table, Will and Jada
Phones stay locked everyday these hoes wake up
'Cause Face ID don't recognise them b*tches without makeup
I'ma grill n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*ggas (Woah)
Say, this one for my real n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*ggas (Uh-huh)
Say, shorty say he know me, look at him like, "How you figure?" (Oop)
I ain't claiming no exes, I still be calling sh*t Twitter
Flyer than the opps' soul, on the gang, rest in p*ssy
Apple Vision Pro, make 'em touch the air quickly (Grrah)
I don't f*ck with labels, make that chopper say it with mе
Put that dot up on his head since we'd rathеr 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 b*tch so hard, look like a chip off the willy
If a n*gga claim that he got beef (What you doin'?)
b*tch, I'm pullin' up like Keith Lee (And what you doin'?)
Pistol-whip him like I'm tryna brush his teeth (Grr)
Then Colgate with that trigger, watch it squeeze
It's feelin' like December 25th every day in this b*tch when I look at my bank, ooh-wee
And since I keep a chopper every day, you can call me Mariah 'cause I carry every Christmas with ease, ha
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah)
Chopper get that b*tch like, "Oh, sh*t, that's close range" (Yeah)
Up it, I'ma bust it, these b*tches 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 for sure
b*tch, I'm realer, call me Glo
On my neck, you see this onyx
Curve a n*gga like my commas
He say he don't ever cap 'cause he's a b*tch, I guess he bonnet
I'm just f*ckin' being honest, pinky ring made n*ggas promise
Ran through so, so many rings, look like an episode of Sonic
It's an, "I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck," night (At all)
Just took a b*tch n*gga, man, shout out trans rights
His di*k a diamond tester, let him beat it up like Ike
'Cause, b*tch, I cannot bruise when I'm wearin' all this ice
Man, these n*ggas ain't, these b*tches ain't, these n*ggas ain't on nothin'
Spinnin' blocks, doin' donuts, so you know these hoes duckin' (Skrrt)
I could f*ck your n*gga, but I'd rather f*ck your cousin
'Cause that invite to your cookout, I'ma get that b*tch bustin'
I'ma pull up, make sure I say, "Hi"
6:13, all these b*tches finna die (Bye)
Ain't talkin' the city, if that n*gga do, bye
Then his ass in the air, he eatin' at Dinner in the Sky
Then it's, "Bye," b*tch, 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 n*gga's b*tch, n*gga's b*tch, why the f*ck would I submit?
Text that n*gga, "ABC," I'm the alpha 'round this b*tch
Told that n*gga, "Look alive," 'cause that chopper made him twitch (Buh, buh, buh)
b*tch, go get some matching thighs 'cause that BBL ain't sh*t
b*tch, I'm rollin', b*tch, I'm rollin', b*tch, 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 f*ckin' with me
What the f*ck?