See me on my grind all the time never wasting
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
Can't f*ck wit those fake niggas
All them snake niggas
They be running there mouth sayin grace nigga
You been running around get on base my nigga
I shoot and I hit his lil brain my nigga
You talking you going insane lil nigga
That lil bitch she gon make me sing right on it
Cuz we rise to shine ain't no lames be on it
Cuz back in the day we was chillin
I ain't turning into that villain
Mad young and ain't feel this feeling
She put in my heart and she steal it
Versace my belt custom name is on it
We don't do no dugs but that pussy we poppin
See me on my grind all the time never wasting
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
And bitch I've been trapping so hard lately
Gotta Glock in my pants and it ride wit me
So don't f*ck with the gang got the squad wit me
Let the choppas go bang then we off feel me
If u talking that shit u get popped fifty
U can't hop in ya whip gotta flat jimmy
Sent a shot through your door it went pop inne
And I'm ready for war ain't no stopping me
Homie chasin that bag keep the Glock on me
And I'm f*cking ya hoe she a thot for me
She on top of me
I be robbing she doin my laundry
And that bitch keep she keep on making those faces
But she don't even know my cases
That bitch she keep on making those faces
But ya friend just wrote me on that statement
And now I got cases
And u makin those faces
See me on my grind all the time never wasting
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
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See me on my grind all the time never wasting
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
Can't f*ck wit those fake niggas
All them snake niggas
They be running there mouth sayin grace nigga
You been running around get on base my nigga
I shoot and I hit his lil brain my nigga
You talking you going insane lil nigga
That lil bitch she gon make me sing right on it
Cuz we rise to shine ain't no lames be on it
Cuz back in the day we was chillin
I ain't turning into that villain
Mad young and ain't feel this feeling
She put in my heart and she steal it
Versace my belt custom name is on it
We don't do no dugs but that pussy we poppin
See me on my grind all the time never wasting
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
And bitch I've been trapping so hard lately
Gotta Glock in my pants and it ride wit me
So don't f*ck with the gang got the squad wit me
Let the choppas go bang then we off feel me
If u talking that shit u get popped fifty
U can't hop in ya whip gotta flat jimmy
Sent a shot through your door it went pop inne
And I'm ready for war ain't no stopping me
Homie chasin that bag keep the Glock on me
And I'm f*cking ya hoe she a thot for me
She on top of me
I be robbing she doin my laundry
And that bitch keep she keep on making those faces
But she don't even know my cases
That bitch she keep on making those faces
But ya friend just wrote me on that statement
And now I got cases
And u makin those faces
See me on my grind all the time never wasting
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
Can't f*ck wit those fake niggas
All them snake niggas
They be running there mouth sayin grace nigga
You been running around get on base my nigga
I shoot and I hit his lil brain my nigga
You talking you going insane lil nigga
That lil bitch she gon make me sing right on it
Cuz we rise to shine ain't no lames be on it
Cuz back in the day we was chillin
I ain't turning into that villain
Mad young and ain't feel this feeling
She put in my heart and she steal it
Versace my belt custom name is on it
We don't do no dugs but that pussy we poppin
See me on my grind all the time never wasting
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
And bitch I've been trapping so hard lately
Gotta Glock in my pants and it ride wit me
So don't f*ck with the gang got the squad wit me
Let the choppas go bang then we off feel me
If u talking that shit u get popped fifty
U can't hop in ya whip gotta flat jimmy
Sent a shot through your door it went pop inne
And I'm ready for war ain't no stopping me
Homie chasin that bag keep the Glock on me
And I'm f*cking ya hoe she a thot for me
She on top of me
I be robbing she doin my laundry
And that bitch keep she keep on making those faces
But she don't even know my cases
That bitch she keep on making those faces
But ya friend just wrote me on that statement
And now I got cases
And u makin those faces
See me on my grind all the time never wasting
5 foot 9 with a semi auto waste em
30 clip rounded out the grip finna chase em
Graffiti on the wall clean it off I'll deface em
Back on my shit we gon rise to the top
Gotta a couple baddies in the rari drop the top
Sendin me to space got my mind in the clouds
And I never be stressing cuz we smokin all that loud
Writer: Michael Badger
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