"Brittany Griner" lyrics
Like the scar of age
Written all over my face
The war is still raging inside of me
I still feel the ch-
Yo' bitch cool, but mine is simply finer
Told her she ain't goin' nowhere, Brittney Griner
Yeah, yo' bitch cool, but mine is simply finer
Know I'm cookin' up, they should prolly go set a timer (Okay, look)
Yo' bitch cool, but mine is simply finer
Told her she ain't goin' nowhere, Brittney Griner
They know I could shoot, but it's hall of fame on my dimer
Pockets lookin' blue like they playin' for Carolina
I'm a one of a kind, I feel like Bol Bol
My new bitch, she thick as some grits, she like a cold bowl
I feel like Khabib with this shit, game in a choke hold
Why you pillow talkin' and shit? You broke the bro code
Damn, boy, you D'Angelo Russell
My hands nice, Suga Sean, don't give a damn 'bout no muscle
You say you tryna run it up? Lil' bruh, you can if you hustle
This shit easy, I'm Durant, I get a bucket and chuckle
This shit easy like practice, get a bucket and laugh
My bitch a meanie, she be mad, "Why you ain't touchin' my ass?"
Told her, "Hol' up, my hands full, I'm finger fuckin' this cash"
Say she love me more than you, 'cause I be fuckin' a past [?]
But they cannot bask in that meat
I'm smokin' on some shit, make you laugh 'til next week
Bitch, the way I run it up like I had the best cleats
Z-A-N-E, he has the best beats, shit
Me? I just get on beats and be vitten
I need my cheese, bread crispy like what pizza be hittin'
Lil' bitch I'm too rare, I'm the puzzle piece that be missin'
That boy a bitch like Devin Booker, only speak if you winnin'
Give a fuck 'bout how you throw it, can you take that punch?
With only noodles in the kitchen, can you make that lunch?
I've been gettin' to the chips, can you taste that crunch?
Two grams in a joint, you could taste that Runtz
I could taste them Ms, I just know it, they comin'
I try to tell 'em I'm the shit like I was holdin' my stomach
I'm goin' hard, R2 like I'm holdin' my button
I feel like, game winner, I can't show it, it's nothin'
Written all over my face
The war is still raging inside of me
I still feel the ch-
Yo' bitch cool, but mine is simply finer
Told her she ain't goin' nowhere, Brittney Griner
Yeah, yo' bitch cool, but mine is simply finer
Know I'm cookin' up, they should prolly go set a timer (Okay, look)
Yo' bitch cool, but mine is simply finer
Told her she ain't goin' nowhere, Brittney Griner
They know I could shoot, but it's hall of fame on my dimer
Pockets lookin' blue like they playin' for Carolina
I'm a one of a kind, I feel like Bol Bol
My new bitch, she thick as some grits, she like a cold bowl
I feel like Khabib with this shit, game in a choke hold
Why you pillow talkin' and shit? You broke the bro code
Damn, boy, you D'Angelo Russell
My hands nice, Suga Sean, don't give a damn 'bout no muscle
You say you tryna run it up? Lil' bruh, you can if you hustle
This shit easy, I'm Durant, I get a bucket and chuckle
This shit easy like practice, get a bucket and laugh
My bitch a meanie, she be mad, "Why you ain't touchin' my ass?"
Told her, "Hol' up, my hands full, I'm finger fuckin' this cash"
Say she love me more than you, 'cause I be fuckin' a past [?]
But they cannot bask in that meat
I'm smokin' on some shit, make you laugh 'til next week
Bitch, the way I run it up like I had the best cleats
Z-A-N-E, he has the best beats, shit
Me? I just get on beats and be vitten
I need my cheese, bread crispy like what pizza be hittin'
Lil' bitch I'm too rare, I'm the puzzle piece that be missin'
That boy a bitch like Devin Booker, only speak if you winnin'
Give a fuck 'bout how you throw it, can you take that punch?
With only noodles in the kitchen, can you make that lunch?
I've been gettin' to the chips, can you taste that crunch?
Two grams in a joint, you could taste that Runtz
I could taste them Ms, I just know it, they comin'
I try to tell 'em I'm the shit like I was holdin' my stomach
I'm goin' hard, R2 like I'm holdin' my button
I feel like, game winner, I can't show it, it's nothin'
