Poor Grammar Lyrics

My bitch drip like a model and freak like a slut

Off Tris and gelato and mix it with runts

I keep a double cup pill with soda

And they know not to fuck with us

We gon' fold em up

Shawty bitin' her lip, while I beat that shit up

Like Milwaukee, you need to go get you some bucks

Don't play hockey, my wrist like a freezer no puck

You know' niggas ain't keepin' up, I'm the one yea

No playin' hide and seek

We gon' catch a nigga lackin' in the street

We gon' catch him in his sleep

With a 30 clip, extended magazine

Niggas frontin, they be actin' like a G

You know me I'm spazzin' on the beat, big ol' sneakers

Got me draggin' my feet, you get sweeped, capisce

Not the regular one when we in the Jeep

Dick in her jaw when she try to speak, keep her on fleek

Fuck her like a beast, then I gotta leave

She usin' no teeth, indeed

I been ran through your slut, and she for the streets

Niggas don't got no cheese, I can sell sand to a beach

Fendi feet and the Margiela T, niggas hate on the king

Cuz I'm way out of they reach

And experienced shit they ain't seen

Hit his bitch in a week, I let her roll up the trees

While I'm dozing off, sleep off the lean

Keep the bitch on the pot just like Chef Boyardee

Used to trapping a lot had to serve lots of feens

And I beat up her box like Muhammad Ali

Bentley B when I hop in the V

Everything that you say out your mouth it be cheap

Poor Grammar now fix up your speech

Yes sir, I got that money capisce

Yes sir, hear the foreign go beep

Shawty not on the lease, had to Marni my feet

You want problems with me

Get it solved, you deceased

Yes sir, I keep dollars on me

I got Prada on me, lost a lot of homies

We survived in the streets, Shawty ride on the D

She like a Harley on me

My bitch drip like a model and freak like a slut

Off Tris and gelato and mix it with runts

I keep a double cup pill with soda

And they know not to fuck with us

We gon' fold em up

Shawty bitin' her lip, while I beat that shit up

Like Milwaukee, you need to go get you some bucks

Don't play hockey, my wrist like a freezer no puck

You know' niggas ain't keepin' up, I'm the one yea

No playin' hide and seek

We gon' catch a nigga lackin' in the street

We gon' catch him in his sleep

With a 30 clip, extended magazine

Niggas frontin, they be actin' like a G

You know me I'm spazzing' on the beat, big ol' sneakers

Got me draggin' my feet, you get sweeped, capisce

Not the regular one when we in the Jeep