"Grand Gesture" lyrics
This is my grand gesture
Apply pressure
I'm drilling these hoes like Black & Decker
I walk in anywhere extra
New women, I'm talking several
I hold the gun to a heckler
This scope come with a zoom
It'll knock the diamonds out bezels
Or knock the fuzz off a feather, yea
Knock the T off ya Tesla
Eliantte water, it keep me frozen like Elsa
Keep me gliding like Drexler
It's Twizzy Rogers Nelson, the prince of the building
Leave ya face on a Gilden
To ya bitch I'ma dog, but I'ma hero to children
The bag filled and the bag Louis or the bag Christian
The mad villain in brown denim
The watch say Shedeur
But got these snorting Dillion, ya get it?
Hop in the sports car and skrr—get a ticket
I'm on my way to Dallas, get moving like George Pickens
Get moving like George Jefferson, all the way to Beverly
Bars heavenly, brand new Louis Pharrell letterman
This Paris elegance, since 13 had relevance
Rollies and dead presidents, a legend—Dave Letterman
Pass me a cougar like Shaunie or Ms. Evelyn
And watch I handle the ball, no back-peddling
I need the front end / back end, I'm not settling
I'll make ya call 911 like Wyclef and 'nem
Already fucked on her and her friends—like where the rest of them?
They in my bedroom screaming "Twizzy"
I left the F in 'em, fuck
Leave my kids in her gut, my thumb in her—what?
And we gon' do a duet, make her sing when she nut
I make her scream from a touch, then she gon' treat me like lunch
I hit from the back, then I pause and I pick up like a punch
I slam her on the bed, that's a dunk
She roll me a blunt, she call me 2 Face
I make her scream, then I don't—
Amiri jeans, Porsche wings
You know the trunk in the front
The door open up—ya hoe hop out, just her and her butt
She walk on the strip then bring me my cut
Take the slut to P.F. Chang's, she order lobster and duck
Tell ya nigga to duck 'fore one of my YNs come light 'em up
Panda dunks and the hockey jersey say Mighty Yup
I'm fly as all outdoors, Van Cleef is tough
You suck, I drop the mic
They be like "Twizzy enough."
Apply pressure
I'm drilling these hoes like Black & Decker
I walk in anywhere extra
New women, I'm talking several
I hold the gun to a heckler
This scope come with a zoom
It'll knock the diamonds out bezels
Or knock the fuzz off a feather, yea
Knock the T off ya Tesla
Eliantte water, it keep me frozen like Elsa
Keep me gliding like Drexler
It's Twizzy Rogers Nelson, the prince of the building
Leave ya face on a Gilden
To ya bitch I'ma dog, but I'ma hero to children
The bag filled and the bag Louis or the bag Christian
The mad villain in brown denim
The watch say Shedeur
But got these snorting Dillion, ya get it?
Hop in the sports car and skrr—get a ticket
I'm on my way to Dallas, get moving like George Pickens
Get moving like George Jefferson, all the way to Beverly
Bars heavenly, brand new Louis Pharrell letterman
This Paris elegance, since 13 had relevance
Rollies and dead presidents, a legend—Dave Letterman
Pass me a cougar like Shaunie or Ms. Evelyn
And watch I handle the ball, no back-peddling
I need the front end / back end, I'm not settling
I'll make ya call 911 like Wyclef and 'nem
Already fucked on her and her friends—like where the rest of them?
They in my bedroom screaming "Twizzy"
I left the F in 'em, fuck
Leave my kids in her gut, my thumb in her—what?
And we gon' do a duet, make her sing when she nut
I make her scream from a touch, then she gon' treat me like lunch
I hit from the back, then I pause and I pick up like a punch
I slam her on the bed, that's a dunk
She roll me a blunt, she call me 2 Face
I make her scream, then I don't—
Amiri jeans, Porsche wings
You know the trunk in the front
The door open up—ya hoe hop out, just her and her butt
She walk on the strip then bring me my cut
Take the slut to P.F. Chang's, she order lobster and duck
Tell ya nigga to duck 'fore one of my YNs come light 'em up
Panda dunks and the hockey jersey say Mighty Yup
I'm fly as all outdoors, Van Cleef is tough
You suck, I drop the mic
They be like "Twizzy enough."
