Grilling Niggas II

This too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, this the hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, super fly shit

Might get in the 'tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit

Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch

New Chanel, I rock it, twist, and it ain't even out yet

All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious

Bought a home and closing on another, I know I'm blessed

Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left

Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest

(Ooh, smoking dope) I'm connected

I don't know what's longer, man, my block list or my checklist?

I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace?

Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast

Still might slide on an opp (it's electric)

Hating didn't work, so they lie (so they lie)

These bitches looking hurt, and they fried (and they fried)

I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died

Tell 'em, move (move), move, new Chanel on my body, it's a boost

I'm so popping, I don't ever gotta get introduced ('duced)

One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (truce)

Brand-new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use (use)

Oof (oof), checks coming fast, I'm like swoosh (swoosh)

Ooh (ooh), give 'em to them straight, 100° proof (proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu

It's either that, or I'm catching body number two

This that block music, this that drop location, drop an opp music

Man, this ain't for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock users

And I don't talk down on trenches hoes who known to be a cock user

This that pill talk, gotta buss his head, he cut on opp music

Who said you gang? (Who?)

Who said you could come around this bitch and hang? (Who?)

And I fucked your baby-mama mama, and I ain't say a thing (shh)

They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that '21

I pick my side, switches fully and I'ma die for 21 (Slaughter Gang)

I got plenty cars, I hit plenty stars, and didn't come

I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies, I ain't pay for none

You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you? She fuck Future, too?

I know that Von hit her, she pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo (smurk)

Oof (oof), checks coming fast, I'm like swoosh (swoosh)

Ooh (ooh), get 'em to me straight, 100° proof (proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu

It's either that, or I'm catching body number two

Pinky swear, you ain't scared when you heard Ye appear

I'ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill your man

I'm just saying now I start to get used to the pain

'Til one day I say, "Fuck it," brought my masseuse on the plane

Why you playing? Reaching the gang, losing hand

Where you stand?

"Where was J at? Where was them at? Where you done that? Where you live at? "

Another headline, "Where your head at? "

"Nigga, go home, where your kids at?"

They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve, mmm-mmm

When we lost Virg', I was on the verge, mmm-mmm

I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge, mmm-mmm

We just made a silent movie with no words, mmm

Guess who topping now, uh, God got me now, uh

Guess who at Balenciaga, guess who shopping now, uh

They can't stop me now, uh, I been popping out, uh

Cardi, where yo' sister at? I need Henny now, mmm-mmm

I flew in and out, 150-thou', mmm-mmm

Now, even when they shout, gotta shout me out

So ahead, go ahead, mmm-mmm

Not even close, all of y'all is number two

Oof (oof), checks coming fast, I'm like swoosh (swoosh)

Ooh (ooh), give 'em to me straight, 100° proof (proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu

It's either that, or I'm catching body number two