Текст песни Cold Grits - hooligan chase

Yeah, uh
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Man y'all bitch boys need to put your
damn tampons in, I'm sick of this shit
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't having it

My old bitch on that old shit
Momma said you's a hoe, bitch
Always kept your lil' shoes tied
I had bitches in '06 (Uh-huh)
Wait a sec, let me boast a bit
I go harder than cold grits (Yeah)
Used to deuces in four-fifths (Yeah)
Accessories for your gold fist
Holy fuck, oh shit
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 to Pammy
You was talking that bull shit

Hit your bitch, King [?] stance
Work your man in these dickies pants
Walk a mile without shoes
I doubt you could fit these pants
You could light a tacoma owner
I'm Ferarri F-50 [?] (F-50)
Police say it's a close shave
Standing close, you might get too tanned (Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah, as a matter of fact, I would
Mr jehovah witness, I'm good (Good)
That's your wife like "ugh" (Ugh)
Had to pry her out for my wood (Wood)
And ain't taking no shit today (No Sir)
Cousin beater, I'ma hit the J (Yes Sir)
New bitches go different ways (Different, different, uh)
Rain in 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, yeah)
A lot of you bitches be evil, might as well act evil (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm making some big moves, Max Keeble (Yeah)
But fuckers be talking 'bout gas and calling my pack diesel (Huh)
Who knew that I could be that lethal (Who the fuck)
Aim at your head, wave cap
Flying American Airlines
Me and your baby go way back, like my motherfucking hairline
Jump out the gym, [?]
Check the motherfucking airtime
Bitch it's something like Kate Moss
Call me the motherfucking cake boss (Yeah)

My old bitch on that old shit
Momma said you's a hoe, bitch
Always kept your lil' shoes tied
I had bitches in '06 (Uh-huh)
Wait a sec, let me boast a bit
I go harder than cold grits (Yeah)
Used to deuces in four-fifths (Yeah)
Accessories for your gold fist
Holy fuck, oh shit
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 to Pammy
You was talking that bull shit (You was talking that bull shit)