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Grilling Niggas II

"Grilling Niggas II" Lyrics by CupcakKe

Go suck a dick through a toilet seat, you motherfuckin’ haters

Bitch, I bring a lot to the table, Will and Jada

Phones stay locked everyday these hoes wake up

‘Cause Face ID don’t recognise some bitches without makeup

I’ma grill nigga, nigga, nigga, niggas (Woah)

Save this one for my real nigga, nigga, nigga, niggas (Uh huh)

Say shorty say he know me, look at him like, “How you figure?” (Oop)

I ain’t claiming no exes, I still be calling shit Twitter

Flyer than the opps’ soul, on the gang, rest in pissy

Apple Vision Pro, make ’em touch the air quickly (Grrah)

I don’t fuck with labels, make that chopper say it with me

Put that dot up on his head since we rather keep it indie

Gang, gang, gang

Glizzies on glizzies

They like, “How many?” A milli’

I go to city to city

Switchin’ from Bentley to Bentley

So when hoes try to offend me

Why would I handle it gently? (Kachow)

Uppercut that bitch so hard, look like a chip off the willy

If a nigga claim that he got beef (What you doin’?)

Bitch, I’m pullin’ up like Keith Lee (And what you doin’?)

Pistol whip him like I’m tryna brush his teeth (Grr)

Then Colgate with that trigger, watch it squeeze

It’s feelin’ like December 25th every day in this bitch when I look at my bank, ooh-wee

And since I keep a chopper everyday you can call me Mariah ’cause I carry every Christmas with ease, ha

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah)

Chopper get that bitch like, “Oh, shit that’s close range” (Yeah)

Up it, I’ma bust it, these bitches got no aim, your name

Hold no weight like Ozempic and cocaine

It’s a, it’s a, it’s a go on this ho

Bust it down on the floor

“Do she know?” maybe so

Four for four, now she pour

But my dough never low

Check the score, I get more

Wrist snow, that’s for sure

Bitch, I’m realer, call me Glo

On my neck, you see this onyx

Curve a nigga like my commas

He say he don’t ever cap ’cause he’s a bitch, I guess he bonnet

I’m just fuckin’ being honest, pinky ring made niggas promise

Ran through so, so many rings, look like an episode of Sonic

It’s an, “I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck,” night (At all)

Just took a bitch nigga, man, shout out trans rights

His dick a diamond tester, let him beat it up like Ike

‘Cause, bitch, I cannot bruise when I’m wearin’ all this ice

Man, these niggas ain’t, these bitches ain’t, these niggas ain’t on nothin’

Spinnin’ blocks, doin’ donuts, so you know these hoes duckin’ (Skrrt)

I could fuck your nigga, but I’d rather fuck your cousin

‘Cause that invite to your cookout, I’ma get that bitch bustin’

I’ma pull up, make sure I say, “Hi”

6:13, all these bitches finna die (Bye)

Ain’t talk in his city if that nigga Dubai

Then this ass in the air, he eatin’ at Dinner in the Sky

Then it’s “Bye”, bitch, I’m back outside, not tryna be no bride

Don’t ask “Why?”, ’cause I’m not gon’ lie, it’s a million guys

Off the fly, he don’t spend nice, not ‘gon spend a night

Swiped his card so many times, look like he tryna cut a pie

My nigga’s bitch, nigga’s bitch, why the fuck would I submit?

Text that nigga “ABC”, I’m the alpha ’round this bitch

Told that nigga “Look alive” ’cause that chopper made him twitch (Buh, buh, buh)

Bitch, go get some matching thighs ’cause that BBL ain’t shit

Bitch, I’m rollin’, bitch, I’m rollin’, bitch, I’m rollin’ through the city

In some peanut butter seats, got out the jam, the bread was iffy

I’ve been out here takin’ pics and livin’ life and countin’ millis

I’ve been gone for two years and still nobody fuckin’ with me

What the fuck?

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