Grilling n*ggas lyrics

[Intro]
Fantom
Aight, from the top
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse]
You b*tches ugly and dusty and none of y'all matter
Money all on me, I'm feeling real flattered
Walk in this b*tch, straight drippin'
Like I was tryna get to the toilet, but I couldn't hold bladder
First class only when I'm not on the jet
All the white folks keep breakin' they neck
They tryna see if I'm Black and a threat
But I'm covered in green, they like "Look it's Shrek!"
Bank teller sayin' my sh*t froze (How?)
Pockets thick as hell like Lizzo (Wow)
Mukbang the beat like Trish, ho (Damn)
If you p*ss me off, it's a sh*t show
'Cause I'ma do some sh*t that you can't believe
Smack a b*tch into Christmas Eve (Uh-huh)
When I fight, I do not pull weave
Only thing I'm pullin' out is teeth
John Wick the verse, I'm not gentle
That mean I'm killing b*tches with the pencil (Oh wow)
Shawty better check my credentials
Only time I'm getting crossed is at the temple
I'm a whole catch, come fetch me
I'm a dropout, so don't test me (Don't do it)
You got passed around to his bestie
That pus*y burnin' n*ggas like Pepsi
I'ma invest, I bet you'd never catch me waitin' on a man to flip a quarter (I get it on my own)
n*ggas so thirsty, for me if I told 'em to they'd probably drink Flint water
But they can't afford her, I'm up in Georgia, next week Florida
'Cross the border, then Aurora, such an explorer
I done been everywhere up on the map like Dora
Max out the card, then I reload it back
Spent ten thousand when I walked in Saks
Body gettin' snatched like a Brazillian wax
They hate me 'cause I got what they lack
So they gon' stare
Say what you want, I don't care
Bought new jeans I don't wear
'Cause the ass too fat, it's gon' tear if it's on there
I told him, "Back the f*ck up"
Omarion, somebody finna get touched
b*tches talk, but they don't ever do much
I'm grilling n*ggas 'til they teeth get brushed
Snatched a couple n*ggas chains in the past
They ain't never come around twice
But if they do, like a cold juice
n*ggas know to keep it light on the ice
I'm with the gang with it, I bang with it
"Foo-foo-foo," good aim with it
Yeah, I wipe a n*gga nose with it
I'm shooting sh*t like Cole Bennett
n*ggas know I'm untouchable
n*ggas trippin', no Lunchable
And I ain't gotta twerk on the 'Gram
For a n*gga to think that I'm f*ckable (Not at all)
I'm always in Dolce & Gabbana (Uh huh)
Everytime I touch down in Bahamas (Uh huh)
I swear to God I don't be caring (Uh huh)
My first name should've been Donna (Uh huh)
I'm just tryna run up some commas (Uh huh)
So you can miss me with the drama (What up?)
And the way that I'm f*ckin' these n*ggas up
I might as well get me a condom
Hoes wanna wake up, do makeup
And don't even know how they look when they baked (Ugly as hell)
Face be lookin' like a bunch of mashed potatoes gettin' smashed on a plate (Hahahaha)
These rap b*tches suck and I don't give a f*ck about none of the music they make
As long as they're watchin' their tone and I'm not talkin' 'bout gettin' tan on a lake
And I swear to God these n*ggas brazy
Be doin' the most to date me (Get the f*ck back)
Be beatin' n*ggas out they pants
But I still won't call 'em the baby
n*gga took me on a date, then ask me to pay
Shoulda saw my face when I went in purse
But on the way out, since he act like a b*tch
I opened the door for him, "Ladies first"
I don't got time for it, even if they watch said Tom Ford
b*tch, yo' hair ain't full enough
Add another track like an encore
These hoes swear they don't play games
Well, then I'm sorry bro
But you hoes need to learn how to level up
Lil' hoes need to play Mario
I run this sh*t like cardio
I tell who to guard the door
Gimme my part 'for I rob for more
Runnin' through your crib like the Maury show (Hahahaha)
Lil' n*gga better be charge and go
Having soul, flying up in Baltimore
Moral of the story, these n*ggas pus*y
And I guess I'm the reason why they water broke
Gang sh*t, b*tch