Cold Grits - hooligan chase

Yeah, uh

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Man y’all bitch boys need to put your damn tampons in, I’m sick of this shit

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I ain’t having it

My old bitch on that old shit

Momma said you’s a whole bitch

Always kept my lil' shoes tied

I had bitches in '06 (Uh-huh)

Wait a sec, let me boast a bit

I go harder than cold grits (Yeah)

Deuce deuces and four-fifths (Yeah)

Accessories for your dope fits

Holy fuck, oh shit

Make space between both lips

Toilet talking, we go together

Big booties, no tits (No tits)

Know that you getting wavy (Wavy)

When you feel the whole boat shift

I was talking that pay me

You was talking that broke shit

Hit your bitch, Ken Griffey stance

Workin man in these Dickies pants

Walk a mile without shoes

I doubt you could fit these pants

You look like a tacoma owner

I’m Ferarri F-50 and (F-50)

Hoes say it’s a close shave

Standing close, he might getchu tan (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I would

Mister Jehovah witness, I’m good (Good)

That’s your wife like «Ugh» (Ugh)

Had to pry her off of my wood (Wood)

And i ain’t taking no shit today (No Sir)

Buzzer beater, I’ma hit my J (Yes sir)

New bitches go different ways (Different, different, uh)

Wayne and Gucci, I’m steady mobbin' (Woo)

Apple bucket, she steady bobbin' (Woo)

I’m a modern-day Eddie Robbins

Really tryna put the weed down 'cause it feel like I’m doing heavy jogging

Soccer moms wanna dance with me like it’s '84 and I’m Kenny Loggins (Yeah,

Kenny, ayy)

A lot of you bitches be evil, might as well act evil (Yeah)

Fuck it, I’m making some big moves, Max Keeble (Yeah)

Muhfuckas be talking 'bout gas I’m calling my pack diesel (Huh?)

Who knew that I could be that lethal (Who the fuck)

I’m at yo head, wave cap

Flying American Airlines

Me and your baby go way back, like my motherfucking hairline

Jump out the gym, Nate Rob

Check the muhfuckin' airtime

My bitch is something like Kate Moss

Call me the muhfuckin' cake boss (Yeah!)

My old bitch on that old shit

Momma said you’s a whole bitch

Always kept my lil' shoes tied

I had bitches in '06 (Uh-huh)

Wait a sec, let me boast a bit

I go harder than cold grits (Yeah)

Deuce deuces and four-fifths (Yeah)

Accessories for your dope fits

Holy fuck, oh shit

Make space between both lips

Toilet talking, we go together

Big booties, no tits (No tits)

Know that you getting wavy (Wavy)

When you feel the whole boat shift

I was talking that pay me

You was talking that broke shit (You was talking that broke shit)