grillz gleamin'
Singer:dj drama
they grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'!
you know bohagon had to come through to fuck with y'all
we mobbing through your town
smoking good and pouring rounds
i blow smoke up through the roof
spit poetry off the booth
i'm gon' come through shining hard
plenty hoes and plenty cars
this here that gangsta grill
that other shit ain't for real
that other shit ain't the real
it's that thick chick that's on the scene
got the crown on my head so you know it's me
and i roll with a group of niggas holding things!
big bank boss chick with the ass poked out
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
when i walk through the club
i hustle with more cheese
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 got diamonds on my neck and diamonds on my wrist
they say i fuck with shorty
i got diamonds on my dick
they ask me how does it feel?"