Talkin’ Greezy

Lyrics
[Hook] Guillotine Head-gone I'm talking greezy I'm slept on In the club getting saucy with a redbone Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone [Verse] Atomic mamba ex-prima donna in Gucci cutters My queen, I'm as saucy as saunas in the Bahamas People know when I want it I do it shit gets done I drop bombs that rip necks from craniums My firearms remove limbs from shady ones A milly rock on any block, then ante up Beast mode, I fucked around and got the beast sprung Cakey break sexting at your next, like some razor bum Imported fruits can spit the truth since 1991 The shogun, demand respect from fucking everyone Suppa suppa, fresh clams and lobsters Sea salt on pasta, body shots to chakras Hold up, I had to double check my status My name alone should let you know I'm something savage I'm miss cudi hit the quan out in the Serengeti Hot spot, preachy and ain't never necessary [Bridge] So how you hating on the come up? Don't be mad little momma get your funds up You on the wall let me see you get your fun up Thoroughbreds let me see you throw your guns up [Hook] Guillotine Head-gone I'm talking greezy I'm slept on In the club getting saucy with a redbone Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone I'm too ill eating these rappers like they appetizers While these baby fags on my dick like a pacifier Did it on them had to restock my whole attire Chaka flow, versatile, spitting through the fire Hot 97 posted up with some new Desiigner You're a no-no, rappers hot like so-so I'm oils of vanilla should get some cocoa Don't fuck with men and keep my carry very solo Do this shit especially haters all in my recipes Offing basic rappers is my motherfucking specialty Toss salad: lima beans and some celery Toss salad: lima beans and some celery [Bridge] So how you hating on the come up? Don't be mad little momma get your funds up You on the wall let me see you get your fun up Thoroughbreds let me see you throw your guns up [Hook] Guillotine Head-gone I'm talking greezy I'm slept on In the club getting saucy with a redbone Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone
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- Cakes da Killa