Grillz - Jay Rock, Punch, K. Dot

24 inch rims, sittin' on in the drop

Catch his ass at a light, with a four-five cocked

Got a look at his chain, damn it look at his watch

That’s sixty g’s a piece, you could go re-cop

Nigga give me your jewels, and nigga hand me the rock

If you don’t co-operate I’ll leave your brains on this block

Woah man, this a nice piece, Oh, so icy

Oh, wrong move, face on the white tee

Gimme your keys and nigga hand me your wallet

Nigga empty your pockets before I cock it and pop it

Tell 'em honey

(he didn’t know we was creepin')

(The icy jewels yeah we need them)

Look at his teeth, he got ice in his grill

We can pawn that shit and come up with some skrill

When you see this steel that means hand me your bills

And if you throw up a fight, you’ll get popped like pills

Nigga

He flossin' for you daddy (What you talkin' bout?)

Homie with the grill (Homie with the what?)

Yep, the grill, here goes the steel

(I'ma rob his ass blind tell him give me them bills)

He flossin' for you daddy (What you talkin' bout?)

Homie with the grill (Homie with the what?)

Yep, the grill, here goes the steel

(I'ma rob his ass blind tell him give me them bills)

What it do homie?, it’s your young boy god given

Your unnecessary spending show how you’re living

Them diamonds in your grill won’t you take 'em out

'Fore I pistol whip your jaw and spank 'em out your mouth

I’ll show 'em what a real hijack’s about

Take everything scrape the change from under the couch

Platinum to rose gold, it’s gettin' sold

Whatever’s left the dentist figure it out

Put the hog to 'em or trick em out

Watch me barge through 'em like rottweilers and pitbulls

We ain’t ate yet, and you lookin' fools

17 shots in the clip got the chamber full

Bang, yeah, you’re looking kinda right

Now it’s time to say goodnight, so glad that you came

Bang, one more just because you made my trigger finger sore

Now, give me diamond rings

It’s Bash, click clack put the heat to his grill

Open wide, that’s ice nigga bite the steel

(We supposed to be brothers)

Pussy nigga what you trying to kick knowledge

Smack 'em with the burner, empty your pockets

(What it do? It’s young hot

From the bottom, out of Watts

Where they settin' up shop they ain’t talkin' to the cops

If you want it then they got it

Niggas hungry and they plottin'

Come through keep it pushin' cause the streets is watchin')

Yeah, you know what time it is, gimme your watch

My gun’s already hip-hop, don’t make it go pop

Take your men up to catch these punchlines

For only one second, catch a bullet eat your flesh like it’s lunchtime

(The ice froze on his neck, that’s a fabulous thing

Put in on a milk carton like it’s fabulous chain

Them Cali boys insane, homie guard your grill)

I’ma rob his ass blind, tell me give me them bills