Grilla - The Ballad of a Mad Man Lyrics

I'm gonna stab your heads off
(With what, with what?)
With my dick, yea (Yea)
And blood's gonna come out of your head
And there's nothing you can do about it
'Cause I'm a mad man
Yea, bitch I been upgraded
Grilla boy that name is sacred
Show no disrespect or hatred
Won't be reversed or debated
Hold up, let me get my placement
Spread out all over your playlists
Made my first song in my basement
Now my fourth album the greatest
Eyes roll back in my head when I'm tearin' a beat
And I don't even need your retweets, I'm aware that's it heat
'Cause I been doing M-E, I think it's scarin' the sheep
And they say wait for doors to open but I carry the keys
Ya see, I used to be a custodian
I choose to be at a podium
They talked the shit, they gossipin'
Won't let it slide like petroleum
Broke bitches so sodium
It's cool though 'cause I'm over them
Cool bro, keep a low brim
Keep moving my slogan
That's how Im stayin' sea side
Got buzz like a beehive
That's how I get the feline
She a big body on a D ride
She reply with we fine
No bitch I'm on me time
No desert, no key lime
No keister, no D mami
No beef 'round me, no leash 'round me
Only keepin' that peace round me
That's a peace sign, don't be rowdy
If I resign they'll sleep soundly
But I don't plan on quittin' anytime
I'm goin' gimme gimme 'til they gimme mine
I got like 50 rhythms for like any rhyme
I gotta spin it, spin it 'til they hypnotized
I got like any listener gonna get a prize
If you don't know the lyrics get 'em memorized
Because my shit is stronger than a lemon lime is
Gotta take a breather just to emphasize it
Crazy never cockin', crazy never cockin'
Ya, crazy never cockin', you won't even get it poppin'
I'm the hottest in the city, I don't even need a profit
But I probably already got it, got it poppin' out my pockets
Penis pokin' out the bottom of my jeans, the skinny kind and
I'm a skinny winnin' God I need a ten to be my goddess
Or like ten two's, three's, no pretending that ya got it
I need ten Uzis with the guards to keep me guided
Bro ya bitch blew me and now my seed is in her eyelid
She can't see straight for 2 weeks now I'm sorry
I seen all that cake and I think it's a party
But no cociana my heart isn't hearty
My flow go John cena, my shows go so gnarly
Go load up my visa, go load it with barley
Go check out my website designed it with Sharpie
I'm smoking like Marley, but play like McCartney
Been hangin' with Barbie, she ride me like Harley, I'm gone
Yea, bitch I been upgraded
Grilla boy that name is sacred
Show no disrespect or hatred
Won't be reversed or debated
Hold up, let me get my placement
Spread out all over your playlists
Made my first song in my basement
Now my fourth album the greatest