[Intro: Starlito]
Let the BandPlay
Ahh
Grind hard
They done fucked up before they looked up
I done ran it up
Bruh hand me my hammer, it's right there by that Fanta (Ayy)
Damn bruh I thought I seen something moving on the camera

[Verse 1: Trapperman Dale]
Aye, hella high, 50 inch screen televised
What you televised just for telling guys (Ayy)
This bullshit, that we selling guys (Ayy)
Hard called, we got several guys who got several ties
We won't set aside (Ayy)
Never had to go and tell a lie
Unless the rent due, (Yeah) or the sack high (Gone)
(Ayy) Hit the field like Pacquiao
Can pack it out, but I'm in traffic now
Trying to track it down, before they track it down (Whoo)
Got a hundred round, after hundred round (Brrra)
Broke ain't ya, probably need a pound
Probably need a fix, just to buckle down
Too petty for ya own good
If I ever front ya, I'll probably have to run ya down (Ayy)
Put a four in the blender, by breakfast my check was Right there by the dishes (Ayy)
I'ma grind till I get it
From halfs to zips, to zips to chickens (Ayy)
Ten steps ahead of that hoe
I already remix what I sent 'em (Ayy)
Shit you gotta charge it to the game
We all out here playing the victim
[Chorus: Starlito]
Count it on the kitchen counter, fuck a money machine
And lil' homie work that blender like it's Smoothie King
And I don't know how it feel playing for a losing team (Grind hard)
And it ain't gon' have no seal, but I can get you the lean
Ain't been selling clean lately, grinding since a teenager
Got the magazines taped, and that bitch got a green laser
Prolly seem crazy, this my game face ain't had no sleep in days
By any means get paid (Grind hard)
I gotta meet my plays

[Verse 2: Trapperman Dale]
Ayy
And you know that, no picture perfect, I'm Kodak
I get my lean by the door mat
You ain't street if you n***as don't know that (Huh)
Shit ain't sweet, drop yo ass by the floor mat
Purchases you know you can't bring this back
Count up in the trench, I won't go back (Beep)
Run it up now they acting, I owe that
Ayy, where ya at
FN right on my lap
Don't watch me, watch for who I attack
Got the flat, with the cameras attached
This that real, this that Oakland batch
She ain't real, she bent over for this
Got to deal with the [?]
When come from where I be selling it in (Trap)
Ayy, where ya at
FN right on my lap
I've been grinding getting this sack
You still chasing that bitch, she ain't nothing
Hit her raw, drop that bitch off public
Ain't making no scenes no seals in public
I flash in a min, swinging this choppa
Have it singing like drum percussion (Trap)
[Chorus: Starlito]
Count on the kitchen counter, fuck a money machine
And lil' homie work that blender like a smoothie king
And I don't know how it feel playing for a losing team (Grind hard)
It ain't gon' be sealed but I can get you the lean
Ain't been sealing clean lately grinding since a teenager
Got the magazines taped, and that bitch got a green laser
Prolly seem crazy, this my game face ain't had no sleep in days
My enemies get paid (Grind hard)
I gotta meet my plays