Top Songs By Tiny Meat Gang
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tiny Meat Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cody Kolodziejzyk
Songwriter
Noel Millar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diamond Pistols
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shout out G-Eazy, baby
[Verse 2]
I fucked your bitch, she on the rose
Now she out here cheatin' again
She see the Rari, the Roli, she know me
All of my tiny meat tellin' the friends
Hoodie Givenchy
Car with no roof, but the bitch gimme top
Ice on my wrist, like I'm illegal
I hit it so good, she don't want me to stop
[Verse 3]
Your bitch in love with the gas (Why?)
'Cause she loves smokin' my pipe (Oh)
I eat out her box, like some leftovers
Please do not turn on the lights
Ya'll cuddled up on the couch
But she so deep in my DMs
Talkin' bout "Please, come pick me up
Just for tomorrow, I get off at ten"
[Verse 4]
I fucked your bitch
Two shots of Henny and she let me hit it
Makin' a mess of your bed
She textin' your phone while she givin' me head
She's like a lake, I throw the dick
She bout to throw with the lace
Yellow that match with the drapes
Just like the towel she use when I nut on her face
[Verse 5]
Back in the sack, she give me neck
I'm givin' her O's like a check
(Hold up)
You hit her phone, but I'm servin' the dick, she ain't callin' you back
(Wait, wait, wait)
Fuckin' her up on the walls
(Which one?)
Paper with flowers, just like the hall
(Uh)
I'm up in her vault, her legs be shakin' bro, she bout to fall
[Verse 6]
(Wait, wait, wait, wait)
What?
(Them towels is yellow?)
Yeah?
(And they gon' match with the drapes?)
Uh, yeah?
(Lil' white shih tzu?) Yeah
(Pooping all over the place?) Yeah, Scooba
(Yo, that's my girls dog, bro, you been fuckin' my bitch?)
Uh
(Bro)
Uh
Have you been fuckin' my bitch?
Uh, yeah
[Verse 7]
I fucked your bitch, over and over and over
Knees on her shoulders, we doin' yoga
She give the good brain like she Yoda
Spin her around, she doin' flips
Just like your parents, she do the splits
You drivin' Lyft, savin' for gifts
I showed her my dick, she forget you exist
[Verse 8]
Bro, we are not rappers, this is a joke
You do not fuck her for real
I met everyone in her family
That is a fuckin' big deal
You giving her pipe, I'm in the kitchen cookin' her meals
A relationship is two people, how the fuck am I third wheel?
[Verse 9]
Damn, dude, my bad
I don't know, we're tryin' to be rappers
Everyone's rappin' about fuckin' each others bitches
I was just tryna get into character, you know what I mean?
[Verse 10]
Yea, no, no, I get it
Honestly, it's fine, I'm, I'm kind of into it
[Verse 11]
Yeah, wait, what?
Written by: Christian Dold, Cody Kolodziejzyk, Codyko, Noel Millar