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
(n*ggas think i f*ck with drama n them) we
[X5] grillin
(here me here me here me)
[X5] grillin
(f*ck wit me my n*ggas)
[X5] grillin
(here me here me here me)
[X5] grillin

[Chubby Jag]
If a n*gga got work i take a n*gga pounds
If u never seen him cry ill make a n*gga now
Don't Bring a n*gga around
I get a n*gga clowned
I get a n*gga drowned
I break a n*gga 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 j*rkin
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 n*ggas barkin homie skip the growl
Dig me if we beefing ill b eating call me mr. chow
Soon as n*ggas catch u ill b swinging you'll need stitches now
Married to my heater can't be cheating man that b*tch is wild
Yea i be packing sh*t try me i be clapping sh*t
Sour u can smell rite through the bag that's that scratch n sniff
n*gga killing sh*t i do this sh*t the gangsta...
Im gangsta real hustling on the block i got that gangsta grill
[Hook]

[Cassidy]
Get put in ya place that look on ya face 'll get u smacked in it
Cuz u'z a f*ckin clown And I don’t f*ck 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 strapash*t
Im goneyarich cuz im on the strip with that crack a b*tch
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 b*tch
She not that thick her stomach flat but she got a ass like a fat b*tch
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 p*ss
This rap sh*t 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