[Intro]

(It's a Wayne beat)

(lonzetheking)

[Verse]

Soon as I heard the beat, I knew I had to put my hands and feet on it

Wayne and Lonze on the track, so I had to put some grease on it

My lil' niggas slidin' every day on the opps' block, so they don't be on it

Ready to give them bullshit at any moment, my niggas be on it

Finna wake these motherfuckers up, they still sleep on me

Got robbed one time in my life in my teen moments

Kill him, or let— ah

Should I kill him, or let him slide? I had to sleep on it

Pussy, money, weed, them my three focuses

My bitch found out I was a dog, she put a leash on me

I grind hard for real, the plug tryna put a ki' on me

Gave a fiend some straight drop, I hope this bitch don't OD on me

Only how I get amused, might see a human fly

Nigga beef with me, he might as well commit suicide

I got the drop on him, but I'ma wait 'til I see him comin' outside

And dump the whole clip in his chest before he hop in the ride

Just got the Tris and I grabbed a small pop, then dropped a deuce inside

Reachin' in my right pocket, it's a lot of blues inside it

DMed a fan back on Instagram, he was too excited

My nigga caught a body, went outta town, then got caught and got extradited

When a nigga try to tell me somethin', alright

When a nigga try to tell me somethin' and he get to stutterin', I can tell he lyin'

Everybody masked up, two rental cars back to back, you can tell we slidin'

We outside, they ain't nowhere to be found, you can tell they hidin'

Sent two bitches on the road with that shh, I can't tell who drivin'

Made an undisclosed amount from the pills, I can't even describe it

High as hell, noddin' off the drank, I can't even deny it

Went to the doc' tryna get some more syrup, he won't even prescribe it

I poured a deuce, a four, then an eight, I can't even fight it

The taste of the Tris in the Sprite, it ain't nothin' like it

Which lean taste the best that's out right now? I'm still undecided

It's between Quagen, Hi-Tech, and Morton, but PAI and Trish get you higher

It's crazy, 'cause the first three I named, the prices higher

The price they want right now for the drank, it never been no higher

Whoever say green do the same, you a fuckin' liar

It's 2 AM in the booth right now, I'm on fuckin' fire

Somebody put me out

If your weed ain't come from High Tolerance or A1, you need to put it out

I done smoked two 'bows of zaza in a month, I could've bought a house

I can't even add the lean up, it's too much to count

Shit, I just pointed the weed smoke at me

Cut into a bad bitch at the club like, "Come and dip with me"

Should've took her to the hotel, I brung her to my crib, she ain't wanna leave

She found out I'm a different type of nigga, it's only one of me

Two bitches at one time, that shit fun to me

Fucked 'em good, got 'em in they feelings, textin', say they done with me

Left the crib movin' fast, I forgot to bring my gun with me

Let some nigga try to murder me and I got that bitch on me, then they comin' with me

Hundred thousand dollars might not mean nothin' to you, but it's somethin' to me

Ain't had to go nowhere to meet none of my sales, they was comin' to me

I tell 'em all that I'm done sellin' shit, they don't wanna believe

Made more money trappin', switched it up 'cause I wanna succeed

Now I got fans across the world that's fuckin' with me

Told my niggas in the hood, when I get rich, that they comin' with me

All you gotta do is keep it one hundred with me

Ain't worried 'bout nothin' when I got my nigga 400 with me

Bitch, your baby daddy, boyfriend, or favorite rapper not fuckin' with me

Family tied, I'ma call my nephew or my cousin with beef

But all my niggas gon' slide anyway 'cause they brothers to me

So if you tryna play with me or one of mine, you become deceased

If the police ask, don't tell 'em shit, keep it in the streets

I be shit talkin', the shit I say is too real for the industry

Unc' in the kitchen whippin', I think he paid attention up in chemistry

Tell him I sent you, are you lookin' for Christina or Timothy?

Thinkin' of vacation, Jamaica, Dubai, France, or the Phillippines?

When I go OT, it don't matter where, it's the feeling for me

Take the rubber off when I fuck, it's the feeling for me

Cut a nigga hand off if I catch him ever stealin' from me

Your mans told and you deal with him still, that's not sittin' with me

Got caught with a gun and some dope and he still on the streets

Fell off, got up standin' tall and I'm still on my feet

G-R-I-N-D Hard, I'm livin' the dream

Straight drop, you let me catch your play, I'm stealin' your fiend

Cash rules everything around me the model we scream

I got a bad bitch that look like a model, but modest can be

I ain't gon' lie, she might lie to you, but she honest to me

(It's a Wayne beat)

(lonzetheking)