Grismer - c0untin dem racks (feat. Yung Pinga) Lyrics

You motherf*ckers we're f*cking back
It's been a long year, maybe two
It's been a hiatus for The Yung Pinga
But we're f*cking back boys
We're motherf*cking back
You know we got Grismer on the beat bro
We got motherf*cking Grismer on the f*cking beat
About to go hard, about to make me cum, about to make me moist
You know who else is on the beat? Mario, take it away brother
You know what they say, all toasters toast toast
I'm in love with them drugs
Take them everyday, I'm going to pour up a cup
I drive all day all night, we are going away
Oh yeah we are going away, we are going away
To where? Where are we going? No, we aren't going to Bel-Air
We aren't going to Bel-Air no more
We are going to South-Central
South-Central baby
South-Central is where it's at
About to get some corn dogs until I'm out
About to shoot them a cup, shoot them a cup
You got them burgers
I got them hamburgers
We put them together
Oh wait that's the same thing
About to get the corn dog
About to get the Mac n Cheese
About to get that bacon
You thought I forgot
I'm in love with the bacon
And I'm in love with your body
About to put them together
And make some sweet delights
I'm about to make sweet love to you baby
I'm about to make sweet love to you more
I'm about to make sweet love to the baby
I make them sloppy joes
They are really good
I'm about to shove them in your mouth
Then make you cum
They are going to make you cum
Mama? Mama Luigi
You're a little baby mama
You're my baby's mama
I'm your baby's mama's baby's father's baby's mama
We are about to have a play date
We are about to have a Sunday
Sunday's are not free
Four for four, Four for four
They raised the prices
No more two for fours at Jack in The Crack
It's four for four now
It's four for four now
Four for four at Jack in The Crack
What the f*ck
But yeah, you know we are back in it
Stay grinding, stay hustling
We are counting them racks boy
We are counting them up
I will see you next year
Peace out bitches