Cold Grits lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Man y'all b*tch boys need to put your damn tampons in, I'm sick of this sh*t
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't having it

[Chorus]
My old b*tch on that old sh*t
Momma said you's a whole b*tch
Always kept my lil' shoes tied
I had b*tches in '06 (Uh-huh)
Wait a sec, let me boast a bit
I go harder than cold grits (Yeah)
Deuce deuces and four-fifths (Yeah)
Accessories for your dope fits
Holy f*ck, oh sh*t
Make space between both lips
Toilet talking, we go together
Big booties, no tits (No tits)
Know that you getting wavy (Wavy)
When you feel the whole boat shift
I was talking that pay me
You was talking that broke sh*t

[Verse]
Hit your b*tch, Ken Griffey stance
Workin' man in these di*kies pants
Walk a mile without shoes
I doubt you could fit these pants
You look like a tacoma owner
I'm Ferarri F-50 and (F-50)
Hoes say it's a close shave
Standing close, he might getchu tan (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, as a matter of fact, I would
Mister Jehovah Witness, I'm good (Good)
That's your wife like "Ugh" (Ugh)
Had to pry her off of my wood (Wood)
And I ain't taking no sh*t today (No Sir)
Buzzer beater, I'ma hit my J (Yes sir)
New b*tches go different ways (Different, different, uh)
Wayne and Gucci, I'm steady mobbin' (Woo)
Apple bucket, she steady bobbin' (Woo)
I'm a modern-day Eddie Robbins
Really tryna put the weed down 'cause it feel like I'm doing heavy jogging
Soccer moms wanna dance with me like it's '84 and I'm Kenny Loggins (Yeah, Kenny, ayy)
A lot of you b*tches be evil, might as well act evil (Yeah)
f*ck it, I'm making some big moves, Max Keeble (Yeah)
Muhf*ckas be talking 'bout gas I'm calling my pack diesel (Huh?)
Who knew that I could be that lethal (Who the f*ck)
I'm at yo head, wave cap
Flying American Airlines
Me and your baby go way back, like my motherf*cking hairline
Jump out the gym, Nate Rob
Check the muhf*ckin' airtime
My b*tch is something like Kate Moss
Call me the muhf*ckin' cake boss (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
My old b*tch on that old sh*t
Momma said you's a whole b*tch
Always kept my lil' shoes tied
I had b*tches in '06 (Uh-huh)
Wait a sec, let me boast a bit
I go harder than cold grits (Yeah)
Deuce deuces and four-fifths (Yeah)
Accessories for your dope fits
Holy f*ck, oh sh*t
Make space between both lips
Toilet talking, we go together
Big booties, no tits (No tits)
Know that you getting wavy (Wavy)
When you feel the whole boat shift
I was talking that pay me
You was talking that broke sh*t (You was talking that broke sh*t)