"Mcgriddles" lyrics
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Catch him in that drive-thru, we cook shit up like McGriddles
Nigga pressed me 'bout his bitch, his eyes got popped up like her pimples
You got money, why you stressed out? Wish it really was that simple
I got PTSD, demons, I can't get them off my mental
Before I get sentimental, I'll probably kill who hurt me
Every time we pulled up, we made niggas dance like they was sturdy
So addicted to this grind, like you would think it came wit' perkies
Bitch, don't try to fuck me now, ain't wanna fuck when I was dirty
I got bands now
Went and bought some sticks, attached the drums, you know that band loud
Yo' bitch love my teeth, I ain't put diamonds in my damn mouth
I been in my duffle, I'm gon' eat, without a damn doubt
Do this for the bros, don't give a fuck about no damn clout
Put the city on, bitch, I ain't never seen no damn drought
Left my Glock at home, you could still come see what these hands 'bout
Shot so many times I thought it jammed, but damn, I ran out
O.T.M., this Out The Mud, ain't never put my hands out
I'ma kill myself before I go out like a lick
If you take from off my plate, then I'ma make you eat this blick
New Balenci's don't got laces, you tell me why would I trip?
You ain't match when I had grams, so you can't smoke up out my zips
Bitch, then my heart got cold as fuck
I ain't scared of shit, come by my doley if I'm showin' up
Bro run up and blow him one
You niggas owed us one
I know I get hot-headed but the gang worse, I'm the coldest one
We givin' out toe tags
Drums and guns in my tote bag
You fake, I know that, I
Marry money, no romance, I
Be alone, got no friends, I
Go hard, got no plans, I
Need you some help, I
Me by all myself, I
Catch him in that drive-thru, we cook shit up like McGriddles
Nigga pressed me 'bout his bitch, his eyes got popped up like her pimples
You got money, why you stressed out? Wish it really was that simple
I got PTSD, demons, I can't get them off my mental
This sound like [?]
Catch him in that drive-thru, we cook shit up like McGriddles
Nigga pressed me 'bout his bitch, his eyes got popped up like her pimples
You got money, why you stressed out? Wish it really was that simple
I got PTSD, demons, I can't get them off my mental
Before I get sentimental, I'll probably kill who hurt me
Every time we pulled up, we made niggas dance like they was sturdy
So addicted to this grind, like you would think it came wit' perkies
Bitch, don't try to fuck me now, ain't wanna fuck when I was dirty
I got bands now
Went and bought some sticks, attached the drums, you know that band loud
Yo' bitch love my teeth, I ain't put diamonds in my damn mouth
I been in my duffle, I'm gon' eat, without a damn doubt
Do this for the bros, don't give a fuck about no damn clout
Put the city on, bitch, I ain't never seen no damn drought
Left my Glock at home, you could still come see what these hands 'bout
Shot so many times I thought it jammed, but damn, I ran out
O.T.M., this Out The Mud, ain't never put my hands out
I'ma kill myself before I go out like a lick
If you take from off my plate, then I'ma make you eat this blick
New Balenci's don't got laces, you tell me why would I trip?
You ain't match when I had grams, so you can't smoke up out my zips
Bitch, then my heart got cold as fuck
I ain't scared of shit, come by my doley if I'm showin' up
Bro run up and blow him one
You niggas owed us one
I know I get hot-headed but the gang worse, I'm the coldest one
We givin' out toe tags
Drums and guns in my tote bag
You fake, I know that, I
Marry money, no romance, I
Be alone, got no friends, I
Go hard, got no plans, I
Need you some help, I
Me by all myself, I
Catch him in that drive-thru, we cook shit up like McGriddles
Nigga pressed me 'bout his bitch, his eyes got popped up like her pimples
You got money, why you stressed out? Wish it really was that simple
I got PTSD, demons, I can't get them off my mental
