[Intro: GrindHard E]

(lonzetheking)

Good lookin', Lonze

Aight

[Chorus: GrindHard E]

Ain't no tellin' what I do if we have a problem

[?], walk up on a car militant and then whack the driver

All you gon' hear is gunshots, then police sirens

Real killers in my city know me, you should ask about me

Did a lot of bullshit in my life, but I don't brag about it

I'm the type to put your nigga in a 'Wood and then laugh about it (Hahaha)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E]

Bo-bo-bought thirty-one flavors from A1, I feel like Baskin-Robbins

Used thirty, forty names to get scripts, I prolly used your mama's

Real ghetto pharmacist, it might sound fucked up, but you can ask my doctor

GrindHard, this shit embedded in my blood, you should see my mama

She told me to go legit one day and I ain't think about it

You say you got a pint of Wock' for what? Let me think about it

Bought it all, poured it all in one pop 'causе I ain't bring a bottle

I got a bad bitch that natural everything, you got an IG modеl

I got RIP bullets in my Glock 26, you prolly think they hollows

Givin' out a whole bunch of shells if it's beef, I ain't talkin' tacos

If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money or no drugs, you can end the convo

Bitch, I live in a trap mansion, this is not no condo

Can't no more buds fit in this blunt, I can show you how to use a fronto

Smokin' High Tolerance right now, this is not Gelato

Told my grams them some Norcs, not no Percs, but I still'll buy those

Just sent a couple people to her doctor, she left them on a bottle

She said the physician that she go too strict, but I'm still 'gon try, though

Oh, you thought I was done?

Bitch thought she had the ups on me, she thought I was dumb

If I ever up the Glock on your bitch ass, then you better run

The niggas that I be around, they be with that, they do this shit for fun

Can't believe this nigga uppin' tough 'cause he bought a gun

He must thought when he bought his, they stopped makin 'em

Seen too many of my people die to pills, I quit takin' 'em

Every bullet out the clip hit his body, ain't no savin' him

[Chorus: GrindHard E]

Ain't no tellin' what I do if we have a problem

[?], walk up on a car militant and then whack the driver

All you gon' hear is gunshots, then police sirens

Real killers in my city know me, you should ask about me

Did a lot of bullshit in my life, but I don't brag about it

I'm the type to put your nigga in a 'Wood and then laugh about it (Hahaha)

I really do this shit in real life, I don't just rap about it

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]

Ouu

I just did a nigga Wells Fargo, might slime him out

Did some EDD and sent them to my bitch grandma house

[?][1:45] the bitches like, "Damn, he loud"

Nigga jump tough up in the club, we might blam him down

Your bitch like a like a Backwood, brodie 'nem passed around

Boy, them ain't your Gucci shoes, you rockin' hand-me-downs

I done jumped Cartier, I bet them niggas hear me now

Walk down with that chop, your hands up, you sayin', "Hear me out"

You niggas pussy, I can smell that shit

Brodie got them P's up in Cali, told him mail that shit

[?] fake paperwork, you know Bill Black never tellin' shit

Hop up out with this hammer and I ran up and I nail that shit

Calm down, you tryna black out

Let's go dollar for dollar, nigga, you better bring them racks out

I won't take her to the clout mansion, fucked her in her trap house

It's a camera on this V, I see everything when I back out

Grr, boom, ooh, sawed-off blow his back out

Fucked her off the Percs, I made that lil' bitch tap out

I just dropped a eight of Wock', I'll prolly take a nap now

Bad lil' city bitch, she pop out with a Gucci nightgown

Silencer on the scope, you in my sight now

Bitch, I feel like Dugg, don't wanna fight now

R.I.P. Shawty Lo, I told her bite down

You wanna fight, but, nigga, you can't fight rounds

You wanna fight, but, nigga, you can't fight rounds

Extortion gang, take your chain, [?]

Ouu