Griptape’!!

[Chorus: Pink Siifu]
Ho back in this bitch
Old school, got that brand new shit
Glow like shawty candles
Ho back in this bitch
Old school, got that brand new shit
Glow like shawty candles

[Verse 1: Pink Siifu]
Yeah, that's paint
Say what it is all the time don't know shit
What it is, what it ain't, nah
You can't touch the safe
Ho, that's bank
Be direct, ho, please have some character
Shorty mad, get off that bullshit
Don't I take care of ya?
Erryday, erryday
Came back for a while hoe
Only for a minute
What it's hitting for
Yeah, yeah, that's aim
Shots fire
Cans for all this trash
You judging refelct the glass
Im hustlin back on my Dad
I diggity diggity…
Diggity diggity Dad
This for my… uh, wait
I diggity… uh uh
This for my family
What you gon’ do for yo ass?
Ride around, get the bag
I ride around, get the bag
I spend it with my gang
That's 50 that's 50 that's 50
Ride around, with a .. cover your ears, wait
Ridе around with a.. couple years
Pushed thе bar, yeah that's game
Shorty put that pussy on Playboy
Ain't it shame?
Way too plain, who, who to blame
Follow your heart, no shame
Parkin lot, shot fired, yeh that's spray
It ‘all-go’ all the time, it ‘all-go’ all the time
On the blower, all they go
On the blower all they go
On the corner, at the sto’
Hear that, corner sto’
Moment, Im comin, slow, wait

[Bridge]
Shorty wanna ride, wait
You can’t get out the drive-way
Shorty got that grip tape
Pussy got that grip tape
Shorty got that grip tape
Pussy got that grip tape
Pussy got that grip tape
(x2)

[Verse 2: Valee]
I’m getting mouth like Daffy Duck
Sufferin' Succotash
Two cups, punch and you know it?
I mean like forward slash
In a Hellcat kitten
Time go by fast
Why not make her wish she wet?
I'm gettin' head like eyelash
Hot box in there?
It’s a AMG Mercedes seat, massager chair?
Niggas shinin’ ain’t lasting long enough I’m shootin’ a flare gun
Im in Louis Vui-ton
This nigga think he Farrakhan
Im all in Miami, I mean I’m finna parasail in huur
I get naked like next in line to see the chiropractor
Exotic flower, look like a Cattleya
She keep smokin' on that layup
Loft I'm in, came with Bluetooth elevators
Pardon me for pairing
Kitty, corner, colored, cranberry coupe, this bitch with me an Aries
Drop top look like Milk on MLK
My permit park not paid
I'm all inside your bitches house and energy, she callin' me “Sage”
I pulled off the lot precautiously
Avoiding pothole abrasions
I put M on top of M like Maybach Music
My yellowbone bitch Freemason, and amazing
Old school antique, I try critique the mileage, it’s extinct
She feel me, no Collins
How the exotic blow in the air like pollen
She on her knees I pray for the position, I’m in
Runnin up on me, I splat your noodles
Look like we makin' ramen
…
(singing)
And you know, why I know why?
Got that bitch who live in Iowa
And I owe her nun’
Brembo Brakes is on my car
Trying to slow up them horses
All of a sudden, ain't no rush how we rush in
And the exhausts on my car?
Man that sound like Jennifer Hudson
Turbo charge combustion