NoHesi Ke - Grit Mode Lyrics

Yeah, NoHesi

Ain't No Hesitation, Nah Not Until We Make It

We gone call this grit mode, this some hustle music
Run a bag up, ain't got no time for excuses
From the dub need some dubs, ion want no blue strips
I don't even need no salsa, just hand me my chips

Paper run the world, we might as well just admit it
I'm high as hell right now, my Nigga I'm lifted
I'm smoking back to back woods, we something like hippies
I'm leaving every beat Redd, I'm something like Trippie

Let's get into it add it up, then stack it
Baby girl acting bad, ooh I like her tactics
Keep protection, and some meds shit can get drastic
Like my bitches natural, Ian into plastic

Soaring like a Dino in the park shit get Jurassic
The bars that come to my mind is natural talent
Yo energy isn't aligned, you look imbalanced
Don't get the big head cause that's when life gone throw a challenge

Alright, once I'm up I need that Vette boy f*ck a Chally
I might be A McQueen stepping, I don't do no
Bally's
Dodging death through the shadows traveling the valley
Brody just hit the road, my dawg up in Cali

She looking at my shades, frames say Marco Cavalli
On the beats punching harder then Muhammad Ali
I need a brat bitch Ian really into Barbie's
Losing all my niggas back to back got me heartless

We gone call this grit mode, this some hustle music
Run a bag up, ain't got no time for excuses
From the dub need some dubs, ion want no blue strips
I don't even need no salsa, just hand me my chips

So heartless when I lose somebody, I can't even cry
Riding with my Glock, and my pride like I can't even die
Taking Dubs, thinking bout my Exes, got me like Why?
I just love to sit back and take my time to watch you lie

In Oklahoma turnt up like a Sooners fan
Why tryna play with me, bitch you know I'm dapper dan
Pass me the Za, I don't want no Bar or a Xan
Niggas bars dumpster juice, toss it in the nearest can

Aye f*ck it brody they done got ya boy up in that mode
I'd rather take some pape, I'd hate to have to take a soul
You on them tired ass beats, that shit is getting old
They hear me on this bitch, I guarantee they know I'm cold

& I'm not tryna brag, but I just got confidence
She got all that ass, but it ain't wobbling
Foot up on the gas, I got this bitch throttling
If I put the city on, Ima need a monument

We gone call this grit mode, this some hustle music
Run a bag up, ain't got no time for excuses
From the dub need some dubs, ion want no blue strips
I don't even need no salsa, just hand me my chips

Paper run the world, we might as well just admit it
I'm high as hell right now, my Nigga I'm lifted
I'm smoking back to back woods, we something like hippies
I'm leaving every beat Redd, I'm something like Trippie