Grilling N****s

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    Fantom
    Aight, from the top
    Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

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    You bitches ugly and dusty and none of y'all matter
    Money all on me, I'm feeling real flattered
    Walk in this bitch, straight drippin' like I was tryna get to the toilet, but I couldn't hold bladder
    First class only when I'm not on the jet
    All the white folks keep breakin' they neck
    They tryna see if I'm black and a threat, but I'm covered in green, they like "Look it's Shrek!"
    Bankteller sayin' my shit froze (How?)
    Pockets thick as hell like Lizzo (Wow)
    Mukbang the beat like Trish, hoe (Damn)
    If you piss me off, it's a shit show
    'Cause I'mma do some shit that you can't believe
    Smack a bitch into Christmas Eve (Uh-huh)
    When I fight, I do not pull weave
    Only thing I'm pullin' out is teeth
    John Wick, the verse I'm not gentle
    That mean I'm killing bitches with the pencil (Oh wow)
    Shawty better check my credentials, only time I'm getting crossed is at the temple
    I'm a whole catch, come fetch me
    I'm a drop out, so don't test me (Don't do it)
    You got passed around to his bestie, that pussy burnin' niggas like Pepsi
    I'mma invest, I bet you'd never catch me waitin' on a man to flip a quarter (I get it on my own)
    Niggas so thirsty, fo’ me if I told 'em to, they'd probably drink Flint water
    But they can't afford her, I'm up in Georgia, next week Florida, ‘cross the border
    Then Aurora, such an explorer, I done been everywhere up on the map like Dora
    Max out the card, then I reload it back
    Spent ten thousand when I walked in Saks
    Body gettin' snatched like a brazillian wax
    They hate me 'cause I got what they lack
    So they gon' stare, say what you want: I don't care
    Bought new jeans I don't wear, cause the ass too fat it's gon' tear if it's on there
    I told him, "Back the fuck up"
    Omarion, somebody finna get touched
    Bitches talk, but they don't ever do much
    I'm grilling niggas 'til they teeth get brushed
    Snatched a couple niggas chains in the past, they’ll never come around twice
    But if they do, like a cold juice, niggas know to keep it light on the ice
    I'm with the gang with it, I bang with it
    "Foo foo foo," good aim with it
    Yeah, I wipe a nigga nose with it
    I'm shooting shit like Cole Bennett (Bddah)
    Niggas know I'm untouchable, niggas trippin' no Lunchable
    And I ain't gotta twerk on "the Gram" for a nigga to think that I'm fuckable (Not at all)
    I'm always in Dolce & Gabbana (Uh huh)
    Everytime I touch down in Bahamas (Uh huh)
    I swear to God I don't be caring (Uh huh)
    My first name should've been Donna (Uh huh)
    I'm just tryna run up some commas (Uh huh)
    So you can miss me with the drama (What up?)
    And the way that I'm fuckin' these niggas up, I might as well get me a condom
    Hoes wanna wake up, do makeup, and don't even know how they look when they baked (Ugly as hell)
    Face be lookin' like a bunch of mashed potatoes gettin' smashed on a plate (Hahahaha)
    These rap bitches suck and I don't give a fuck about none of the music they make
    As long as they watchin' they tone and I'm not talkin' 'bout gettin' tan on a lake
    And I swear to God these niggas brazy
    Be doin' the most to date me (Get the fuck back)
    Be beatin' niggas out they pants
    But I still won't call 'em the baby
    Nigga took me on a date, then ask me to pay shoulda saw my face when I went in purse
    But on the way out, since he act like a bitch, I opened the door for him, ladies first
    I don't got time for it, even if they watch said Tom Ford
    Bitch, yo' hair ain't full enough
    Add another track like an encore
    These hoes swear they don't play games
    Well, then I'm sorry bro, but you hoes need to learn how to level up
    Lil' hoes need to play Mario
    I run this shit like cardio
    I tell who to guard the door
    Gimme my part 'for I rob for more
    Runnin' through your crib like the Maury show (Hahahaha)
    Lil' nigga better be charge and go
    Having soul, flying up in Baltimore
    Moral of the story, these niggas pussy and I guess I'm the reason why they water broke
    Gang shit, bitch

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