grillz gleamin'

Singer:dj drama

they grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'!

you know bohagon had to come through to fuck with y'all

man!

chea

i'm is world-renowned

we mobbing through your town

smoking good and pouring rounds

big rims that go around

on peanut butter seat

suede leather

cut a crease

i blow smoke up through the roof

spit poetry off the booth

i'm gon' come through shining hard

dirt roads or boulevards

plenty hoes and plenty cars

i don't deal

i just play the cards!

this here that gangsta grill

that other shit ain't for real

that other shit ain't the real

listen here

this what it is

well

it's that thick chick that's on the scene

got the crown on my head so you know it's me

and even if you don't

niggas the bling

and i roll with a group of niggas holding things!

big bank boss chick with the ass poked out

rise to the top

yeah

bitch

laugh now!

got a

competition? no

all the other bitches back down!

looking for a nigga that's riding clean

got a nice-ass car and a grill that gleam!

down-ass-nigga is what i really need

don't got what i want? you on the wrong team

know on the low-key

you hoes are gon' see

when i walk through the club

all eyes are on me!

grind to the finish

i hustle with more cheese

i'm a cool-ass chick

the know me

balling princess

yup

never slacking

talking that shit to me ain't what it is

i can be jazzy with my heels on

or thug it out with timbs and a gangsta grill!

i'm a smart chick

i'm bankin' on mills

sad 'cause i'm around

they hate when i'm real

down with the mob

i'm all about the bills

if you go against me

i'mma thank you still!

yeah!

i got diamonds on my neck and diamonds on my wrist

yeah

they say i fuck with shorty

i got diamonds on my dick

ay! yeah

they ask me how does it feel?"