grill'em

This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz
Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) start to grill
Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel
Scared a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels
Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker
Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra
But next minute he letting in a mob of heffers
And wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter
Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer
Give that fag a stare have that little cracker scared
If he talking bout you can't wear ya hat in here
And that shit match ya gear
This aint made for playas in the club waving paper
This is for those stone cold playa haters
Who just playa hate, spot the spot, place the place
And quick to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes
See I be on my D-I-P
Cut you off while you dancing with that P-Y-T
Grill a bartender cause he wanna see I.D.
And they won't let you in that damn V.I.P. Grill em