Jack Boy - Grimace lyrics

[Verse 1] Money grow on trees b**h I’m rooted up They hating low key so I’m toolied up On Mercy Drive posted in the cut Trying to f** this b**h I met inside of Lux Boss up, ooh, I got my cash up Finesse a n***a, Uncle Sam, I’ll tax ya No grams, BOA faster Still spending money made from last year f** a runner I done ran it up f** that promoter tell him prices done went up At every show got my sniper in the cut At every show we got sticks in the trunk Hit her from all sides like we playing tonk Baby I’m the sh** I can’t fake the funk This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want My Draco, my Draco, my Draco, f** a hand gun Got pes, got pes, got pesos I can get you slumped For some petty sh** start war like Donald Trump No secret service I’m protected by this pump f** secret service got more faith in my gun Chosen one, came up out the slum [?] stick with a drum In the club, I ain’t come to have no fun Ho, you ugly, I’m not ’bout to throw no ones Cougar b**h, I’m the same age as her son She trying to kidnap me, Hawaii for a month Whole month, you eating dick up like it’s lunch Don’t use hands, she control it with her tongue She control it with her mouth While I f** the ho, Lil’ J break in her house Running routes, while you sit on the couch Running routes, racked up, we spazzing out She control it with her mouth While I f** the ho, Lil’ J break in her house Running routes, while you sit on the couch Running routes, racked up, we spazzing out Grimace, grimace, grimace, grimace Grimace, grimace, grimace, grimace Watch me do my grimace Watch me do my grimace Watch me do my