Grinch

I'm havin' green like the Grinch

Leave him red just like Santa

You talk shit, get left on the banner

I tried to hit his lil' hoe

Beat that bitch like a drum

Fuck it up, let her whip out a camera

Got red and white specs on the Glock

So it look like a candy cane

But aint shit sweet when I shoot it

I said I'm the shit, like I pooted

I got a lil' older(odor)

But still got the game on my shoulders

They say I'm up next

Bitch I told you, pop out like Jehovah

And leave a bomb right on your doorstep

5-5-6, my shit, I'm a vet when I tote it

You not with the set

You a tell on ya brodies

That shit fake as hell

You a rat and you know

He said that he solid

Like clothes he'll fold in the trap

Tryna even the Bo

Shooters even the score

I'm up next, bitch, I'm heat n' you know it

If he try to run, knock the feet off his soles

If he stay, knock the meat off his toes

ARP, knock the meat off his bones

That lil thot, tryna eat up my soul

Tell that bitch, leave the keys at the door

But you know I want more

Hit me up, what you need

I got all junkies bent

Tryna beat in my door

Hit that bitch with a hose

I got motion from east to the coast

So they been tryna leech on a bro

But you know they get old