The Grinch Freestyle

[Chorus: Latto] Nigga callin' like, "Come home, why you actin' like the Grinch?" (Brrt) Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how it get I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich Way too player, I'll never keep the beef up 'bout some dick (Never) [Verse 1: Latto] Stand on business, pull up and get busy, pick a place (Buh) Hoes ain't tryna fight, they swingin' belts and pullin' lace (Buh, buh) Let that ho think I forgot, when I catch her, I'ma blank Got these diamonds out the sink, shit water, hit like tank (Water) Bitches think they ballin', but they really Ja Mor-ain't (They ain't) Like a two-year-old in diapers, walk 'round like my shit don't stink Ain't got time for a ho even when I'm on vacation And I wish a bitch would, roll her up and I'ma face 'em [Verse 2: Luh Tyler] Wish a nigga would, try to spark somethin' up, he gon' get smoked Man, my nigga crazy and he ready to strike just like Lil Boat All this off the head, bitch, you can't name a song I ever wrote I told your bitch that I'm a dog, but she keep callin' me the GOAT Man, we gettin' this bread, no, we ain't fallin' out about no ho Bitch, I'm a money fiend, if I ain't gettin' pape', then I can't go Like, "How he bringin' in that cash so fuckin' fast?" You niggas slow My brand new bitch, I rip her out the plastic, fuck her on the floor [Verse 3: Latto] Yeah, he don't know if he want Latto or Big Brook, we both cold I been doin' bitches greasy, this shit jumpin' off the stove (Damn) I done turned that nigga out, he eatin' ass and lickin' toes Y'all be bendin' over backwards, I don't choose, I get chose He like, "Baby, what's your sign?" I say, "I'm a throat GOAT" I sit on his lap like Santa and I tell him what I want Every day, I put it on, hit the 'Gram and strike a pose Don't even ask me where I'm at, bitch, I'm always in my tote [Verse 4: Luh Tyler] Don't even ask me where I'm at, you know I'm always in my bag I done finally ran it up, man, that's why all these niggas mad Bitch, my diamonds hit without no flash and all my bitches bad Pull up and I get that fuckin' cash and then we do the dash [Verse 5: Latto] All these niggas on me bad, is it the face or it's the ass? Took more rappers down than Fani Willis, bitches go out bad Bring my shit out from the back, I don't get it off the rack If I catch that nigga cheatin', then we goin' tit for tat [Verse 6: Luh Tyler] This bitch callin' like, "Come home, why you actin' like the Grinch?" Niggas mad to see us in the game, they sittin' on the bench Ever since I jumped up on that mic, ain't been broke ever since Nigga, I just woke up to a check and did my money dance [Chorus: Latto] Nigga callin' like, "Come home, why you actin' like the Grinch?" (Brrt) Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how it get I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich Way too player, I'll never keep the beef up 'bout some dick (Never) [Outro] (Pooh, you a fool for this one) (Go Grizz)