Big AycH - Frank Stylz Weenie Hut Jr (Glizzy In Ya Mouth) Lyrics

I didn't want to have to do this alone
But you have tuned in to the best
300,000 streams and counting

You a bitch, you know I don't miss you, ya mama want grandkids
You just a bitch, can't get a bitch to let you hit
Glizzy in your mouth, bitch, I call that shit Frank Stylez
Pee-wee, wanna fry, throw him on the grill for a while

Niggas ain't even 5'4, wanna f*ck with a young hustling child
You a flower, you niggas sweet, I call you Daffodil
Last time you had a bitch, I jacked her remember Jill
Should've kept the shit to yourself, now I'm hungry for the kill

Big Aych you niggas lil, Frank Styles, that's the glizzy in your mouth
Glizzy in your mouth, I call that Frank Stylez
Frank Stylez, that's a glizzy in your mouth, bitch

You work with computers, you not a shooter
Your dream job is at Weenie Hut Jr's , we know you a tran
Get your implants and go to get yourself a job at Hooters
Get your sentiment, you sing your songs like you're feminine
Nobody wanna hear a fake ass Puerto Rican Eminene

You a bitch, you know I don't miss you, man, ya mama want grandkids
Truth is, you a bitch, can't get a bitch to let you hit
Glizzy in your mouth, bitch, I call that shit Frank Stylez
Pee-wee, wanna fry, throw him on the grill for a while

Go to Junior's, hot dog stand, tell them Frank needs styling
We runnin' options, almost 35, better start adoptin
Nobody wants you, nobody likes you, got no friends from high school
On your scooter, better watch out for the Corolla sooner

Don't let it run you over, cause you drank Corona too much
Wouldn't give a f*ck, R.I.P., should've moved faster
Should've signed a contract remember the first time I asked you
You never talk about your dad, I assume that you a bastard

I'll assume that's why you act up, I was gonna let you be my son, but
Should've said you need a daddy, get your cocaine for your birthday
Hairline receding fastly, last tracks all trashy
Heard you think your music good enough to get established

I guess you better at comedy than rapping, yeah you are
Guess you already know what it is, I'll slap him (At Ace Bar)
Tell them niggas that they trippin', I'll outlap him
You's a fool, ain't no better than a tool, yeah you are

Niggas ain't even 5'4", wanna f*ck with a young hustlin' child
You a flower, nigga sweet, I call you Daffodil
Last time you had a bitch, I jacked her, remember Jill
Should've kept shit to yourself, now I'm hungry for kill, yeah

Big H, you niggas lil
Frank Stylez, that's a Glizzy in your mouth, bitch
Glizzy in your mouth, I call that Frank Stylez, bitch
Frank Stylez, Glizzy in your mouth, bitch

You work with computers, you not a shooter
You dream jobs is at Weenie Hut Jr, we know you a tran
Get your implants and go yourself a job at Hooters,
Get your sentiment, You sing your songs like you're feminine
Nobody wanna hear a fake-ass Puerto Rican Eminene

You a bitch, you know I don't miss you, yo mama want grandkids
Truth is, you a bitch, can't get a bitch to let you hit
Glizzy in your mouth, bitch, I call that shit Frank Stylez

Pee-wee wanna fry, throw him on the grill for a while
You cooked, nigga
Blame whoever you sent scouting
I was missing in action, but now I'm back in action

I guess, I guess your man and Mars Nebula forgot
To mention I was the best rapper alive
The best to ever do it
But, you know, we'll save that for next time