GOOD GRIEF

Pants stuffed like I got a BBL, but it's bands piled up in my jeans
Bitch touch on me like she read braille, so my dick slide in where she speak
I'll beat a motherfucker belt to ass, but this K drop bodies with ease
Insta-kill with that FAL and make a coroner say, "Good grief"

Wake up, clean my Mac, go get something whacked, and then repeat
I got so much cash, if cash smell bad, then damn, I reek
Bitch do what I please, like, she look odd, this bitch a freak
Talk that smack, this .45 blast your ass 'til you extinct

Shut up, hoe, and lend some throat for my dick to drain
Up that pole and turn your flesh into some puree
Bend her over, take her back and I bend its shape
Fuck a leg shot, this Glock punch a hole in your brain

Keep your bitch mouth glued right to my waist
Let that blade strike, and limbs get rearranged
Pull up, lead showers rain down, you get bathed
Bitch, I make more bread fast sleep than when you awake

Who that, who that be?
Boy, what's your name?
Knock plaque out your teeth
Boy, guard your face
Diss, then D-I-E
Boy, I ain't playing
Glock C-L-A-P
Like it's patty-cake

Your bitch like my pet, if I whip my stick out, I bet she fetch
I tell a bitch, "Come feed me," then press my jaw right against her breast
I can't get too tense, or I treat that Glock trigger with neglect
Boy, puff out your chest, we gon' see if your guts and this .45 mesh

Pants stuffed like I got a BBL, but it's bands piled up in my jeans
Bitch touch on me like she read braille, so my dick slide in where she speak
I'll beat a motherfucker belt to ass, but this K drop bodies with ease
Insta-kill with that FAL and make a coroner say, "Good grief"

Wake up, clean my Mac, go get something whacked, and then repeat
I got so much cash, if cash smell bad, then damn, I reek
Bitch do what I please, like, she look odd, this bitch a freak
Talk that smack, this .45 blast your ass 'til you extinct