Cassidy, Grillin’ - Grillin’ lyrics

OK we finna make a movie yup
(shoot u like u tryna film)
Fed up so we bout to get u wet up
(like u tryna swim)
We trappin yup we clappin yup
(put that on my mom n them)
Grillin grillin grillin
(niggas think i fuck with drama n them) we

(here me here me here me)

(fuck wit me my niggas)

(here me here me here me)


If a nigga got work i take a nigga pounds
If u never seen him cry ill make a nigga now
Don't Bring a nigga around
I get a nigga clowned i get a nigga drowned
I break a nigga down yup
That dime on me that nine on me
Robbing u out yo mind homie
My crime homies is right here
We jeweled up like Shawn homies
Uont here me though we working homes
Get low just like we jerkin
We gravy wavy we surfing homes
Balling out like P Kirkland homes
Shooting guns like we nurfin homes
Bout my business so if u gonna step
To me just be certain homes
Chubby try me all my niggas
Barkin homie skip the growl
Dig me if we beefing ill b
Eating call me mr chow
Soon as niggas catch u ill b
Swinging you'll need stitches now
Married to my heater can't be cheating
Man that bitch is wild
Yea i be packing shit try
Me i be clapping shit
Sour u can smell rite through the
Bag that's that scratch n sniff
Nigga killing shit i do this shit the gangsta
Im gangsta real hustling on the block
I got that gangsta grill


Get put in ya place that look on ya
Face 'll get u smacked in it
Cuz u'z a fuckin clown And I
Don’t fuck around I’m abstinent
I got gats and im blastin it
You like a car with no gas in it
Cause you will never ride so all
That steerin will cause an accident
You’re steering still
Put your face on the steering
Wheel when that ratched spit
With the strapashit
Im goneyarich cuz im on the strip
With that crack a bitch
Pitchin that white girl
In the kitchen whippin that white girl
I twist it up i hit the blunt
Then get so drunk i might hurl
Bout to get with these dike girls
One white girl one black bitch
She not that thick her stomach flat but she
Got a ass like a fat bitch
Yup i like when she suck the pipe
While she gettin that cat licked
I'mma busta ass on that mattress
Then roll up a bag of that cat piss
This rap shit ain't hard to do i
Go harder than all u artist do
I grill u like a barbeque then cut
Your face like your barber do
When i call the crew u here gun shots
Them guns pop like your father do
I shoot you like a director dog
I ain't got no respect for yall