With Style & Grace Lyrics

2018, Girls evade me

Book it at the first sight ain't tryna creep but they see me

They walk up to a man, grab their arm and pretend

That they more than just friends, that he can make them hips bend

If she's brave she'll just say to me not today honey

And turn away, flip her hair like she's lovely

Baby think that's gon' bother me? Who you asking

Clearly you don't see I'm the H-O-M-I-E

Chillin', popping niggas on the C-O-D

Quarantined cause I ain't getting sick with C-O-V-I-D

But I'm still the illest player on the motherfucking scene

So bad I'll make a nigga act like Janet and scream

I'll take some coffee with my cream, coconut caramel

When I'm done sipping joe you ain't gon' know who to tell

See you should stop now, I'm giving you hell

And as you'll see in a few, my power compels

Whipping in an '03 Malibu with disco lights that shine neon blue

Bumping out to Juan Ramos and Grumble too

While I'm sitting in the drive-thru waiting for food

I'll have a 45 and a number 9 large, who cares what it costs

I got my platinum card filled with riches from the bitches that be copping my shit

After they said fuck you and told me to quit

What's the deal? You want me now that you can't have me

You think I'm gonna take you after you avoided me? I doubt it

For the first time ever I'm feeling myself

And though I wish you were here, I told my mind I said stop it

I was fine before and I'll be fine now

Especially now I found out that your hype hasn't died down

Baby think it bothers me? I'm honored, but don't make this awkward

I said that you'd see

So now it's just my style to roll down the street, not a care in the world

And let you see me strutting down all on the path

Without a need to turn my head and look back

Ain't breaking my momma's back today, fuck the cracks

Take your ass on back home, I found my backbone

You ain't gonna swindle me to be crystal clear

Next time I appear you better stay clear