Frank Stylz Weenie Hut Jr (Glizzy In Ya Mouth)

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 fuck 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 fuck, 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 fuck 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