Grippy Cash Cobain & J. Cole

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
She like my kick game
And when you me, you don't kick game
I put her front row at the Knick game
Now she in my phone with a nickname
It's, it's, it's, hmm (Mmm)
Grippy
Yeah (Gvrlnd, I'm rockin' with this one)
Grippy, huh
Grippy, I call her that 'cause it's grippy
She thick in the hips, she a hippie
And she thick in the lips, she gon' lick me
And she sendin' a flick when she hit me
With a kissy emoji, she miss me
When she see me, she say she gon' strip me
She gon' chew on this stick like it's Wrigley's
Mm, yеah, believe it or not likе Ripley's
She said she was gay until I slayed, now she strictly dickly
As soon as she page, I'm on the way, and I be showin' up quickly
On the highway, I'm doin' a hundred-and-fifty
Like, I gotta get you up out of them Vickies, uh, like
Pussy so good, I just had an epiphany
It's grippy and wet, you know I'm a vet, but you makin' me feel like a rookie
How you make me tap out so swiftly?
But I'm back for the second-round victory
I remember I saw you on Fifth Ave with your homies Sabrina and Tiffany
I was thinkin' like, "Damn, your whole clique bad"
But I wanted your body specifically, hmm
Like, I'm tryna see how that glove gon' fit me, hmm
Like, I wanna feel like I'm touchin' your kidneys, hmm
Like, bitch, I'ma send all your kids to Disney, hmm
I'ma pay a lil' extra, make sure they meet Mickey, hmm
She a what? She a what? She a grippy, huh
She a what? She a what? She a grippy