"GOOD GRIEF" lyrics

Pants stuffed like I got a BBL but it's bands piled up in my jeans
Bitch touch on me like she read braille so my dick slide in where she speak
I'll beat a motherfucker belt to ass but this K drop bodies with ease
Insta kill with that FAL a make a coroner say good grief

Wake up clean my Mac go get something whacked and then repeat
I got so much cash if cash smell bad then damn I reek
Bitch do what I please like she look odd this bitch a freak
Talk that smack this 4-5 blast your ass till you extinct
Shut up hoe and lend some throat for my dick to drain
Up that pole and turn your flesh into some puree
Bend her over take her back and I bend its shape
Fuck a leg shot this Glock punch a hole in your brain

Keep your bitch mouth glued right my waist
Let that blade strike and limbs get rearranged
Pull up lead showers rain down you get bathed
Bitch I make more bread fast sleep than when you awake

Who that, who that be
Boy what's your name
Knock plaque out your teeth
Boy guard your face
Diss then D I E
Boy I ain't playing
Glock C L A P
Like it's patty cake

Your bitch like my pet if I whip my stick out I bet she fetch
I tell a bitch come feed me then press my jaw right against her breast
I can't get too tense or I treat that Glock trigger with neglect
Boy puff out your chest we gone see if your guts and this 4-5 mesh

Pants stuffed like I got a BBL but it's bands piled up in my jeans
Bitch touch on me like she read braille so my dick slide in where she speak
I'll beat a motherfucker belt to ass but this K drop bodies with ease
Insta kill with that FAL a make a coroner say good grief