How Tf ft. Malik So Grimey Lyrics

Ayy, bitch I'm back in it, I could flip a bow, sitting down, you put your back in it

Find a stash spot in the whip, put a strap in it

How the fuck you say you still hear me, but you don't get it

How the fuck you say you got chicken and I don't see it

I just whipped a pint like my kids, it was for no reason

I just beat the bitch like she mine, but I won't keep her

You'll eat the pussy for her keys, boy I don't need her

Keep a heater, know hot head, bitch I got a fever

I just poured a three in this little ass one liter

Hard by myself, I ain't paying nan for no feature

I'll take you boys back to class like a school teacher

Big speaker, keep a money bag with a blick in it

Say it ain't no shots in the club, I got a fifth in it

Turn this bitch to a light show, I'm trying to hit niggas

You can save all that small talk cause I'm a big nigga

Asking what I want for a bow, you ain't got enough

Me and Lik sliding in a jeep, trying to run it up

I'm the type to still through a bullet with my hands tucked

Jumping in some shit that you started a get your mans touched

Oh I hit you and not dawg, I'm a double back

He just paid twelve for a four and he coming back

Finna a poor a six in a two, time for a nap

Oh you pillow talking on me too, time for a nap

How the fuck I'ma bond with you when I'm out on bond?

Brody upped blick on a nigga, he ran to the john

I could make guns appear, I got a magic wand

He thought I was dead in the streets, then he got embalmed

Niggas scared to jump off the porch, need a chaperone

Niggas scared to get on they feet, but I could put you on

Niggas scared to cross that line, they know the danger zone

I'll probably still press you like with your mans on

Used to ask to plug for a front, now it's all cash

Used to treat a bitch like I love her, now it's hit and dash

Used to pray to God for some money, now I get it fast

Used to run around with them blicks, I still a do yo ass, bitch

50 in the clip, be done put you on your shit, I was passing you a hoe

I was giving you a bitch, how you know your nigga hitting

And you kissed her on the lips, you don't care about the vid

Man, I swear these niggas sick, I ain't talking bout

Covid, it's a video, but fuck it, we'll get to it later

Let them niggas be mad over hoes, we'll get to the paper

Don't ask if it's blowing, shit be gone before we get to the flavor

Drop a 40 out the fully 40, couldn't get to the neighbors

How the fuck you gon' sell hard and you smoke it?

How the fuck they fired you for stealing, man, you bogus

Runtz from Cali every Friday, and you notice

Just know someone tired of the bitch you tryna go with

Never put her on the pedestal, bruh, it's a dirty gang

Infrared with flashlight, I hit that bitch from curry range

Got that for defense, still do missions with a .38

Don't get shot in Beecher, that's a long way from Hurley gang