Cold Grits

(专辑： Bodyache - 2019)

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, Ken Griffey stance
Working man in these dickies pants
Walk a mile without shoes
I doubt you could fit these pants
You look like a Tacoma owner
I'm Ferarri F50 and (F50)
Hoes say it's a close shave
Standing close, you might get too tanned (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 out for my wood (Wood)
And I 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)
Wayne and Gucci, I'm steady mobbing (Woo)
Apple bucket, she steady bobbing (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)
Muhfuckas be talking 'bout gas I'm 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, Nate Rob
Check the motherfucking airtime
My bitch is 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)