[Intro]

(lonzetheking)

This my lazy flow

(lonzetheking)

[Verse 1]

Comin' off the bench like I'm Rick Fox

Get to singin' on this btich like I'm JIll Scott

I, nah, I ain't gon' do that

On these niggas' head like a durag

Went OT, unc' called me with the pills, so I flew back

Let me make it out the hood, I ain't gon' move back

You can't say you was in a shootout, 'cause you ain't shoot back

Took a nigga bitch, why I do that?

Nigga run off and I catch him

Nigga run off and I catch him and he won't get his shoes back

I just seen some opps in traffic, fuck

Ain't have my gun on me, damn, I should've called Scoot back

I already know what he gon' do, so I ain't gon' do that

Spent eight thousand on my fashion, you can't do that

Designer head to toe, even thе hat and the shoes match

I been runnin' through the sack, this a nеw batch

Ask 'em the price on the ****, they say, "You tax"

Short as hell, ain't talkin' 'bout my height, I ain't had no scale on the oot pack

Gamble with your life, you gon' shoot craps

Bet against me, you gon' lose that

They need to exterminate all these new rats

Why y'all kickin' it? You know that nigga told, why you do that?

Matter fact, why you with him? You should ask him why he do that

Matter fact, why you with him? You should ask him why he do that

[Interlude]

Niggas don't respect shit no more, game all fucked up

Everybody think that shit

[Verse 2]

Turn a penny to a dollar, I'm a hustler

Zach, he be spendin', he my number one customer

At first, she ain't want me, but the next day, I'm fuckin' her

Pussy so good, I almost fell in love with her

I don't want no baby by her, but I still nut in her

Got me singin' Mary J. Blige, what a woman's worth?

I got a lot of syrup, I ain't talkin' Mrs. Butterworth

Poured a four in a twenty-ounce Sprite, got 'em wonderin' what it's worth

You can't lowball me, I know what I'm worth

People in my DM every day askin' how much I want for a verse

Bitch, I'm GrindHard E, you can Google search

Damn, I mean search Google

Fuckin' with the dogs, I ain't got no poodles

Reminiscin' 'bout my dog, R.I.P. to Booter

Used to be a nightmare, call him Freddy Kreuger (Moment of silence)

I hang around killers, all my niggas shooters

I know a couple niggas that scam, fuckin' with computers

I know a couple bitches that's rich, but they still boosters

I got a nigga in Cali got the 'bows, he gon' send 'em to me

He gon' send 'em to me

Bitch said that the pussy good, I'm like, "Give it to me"

Bump stock on the AR, it might be a fully

Seventy-five, let off fifty-five, I still got twenty

Twenty thousand on me, I just paid a thousand for a hoodie

Got his bitch all on me, so that's probably why the nigga lookin'

White boy had some 'bows, he tried to tax, so my nigga took it

My homeboy died, mixed too many drugs, I wish he wouldn't have took 'em

My homeboy died, mixed too many drugs, I wish he wouldn't have took 'em