[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E & FTOS Twan]
I just pulled up on a bitch and got catfished
Lost it all, then got it all back, bitch, I'm back rich
He tried to run up, chopper made his ass do a backflip
He got his ass slammed up in the county, now his back bent
We pull up to the club, have that backend
Her ass fat, I had to quit fuckin' 'cause her back wind
Was fucked up, I ain't gon' lie, but that was back then
Now I got many ways that I can bring them racks in
They thought I hopped out shootin' a TEC, but it was MAC-10
I got them demons off of me, can't let 'em back in
If he infiltrate the circle, I ain't gon' lie, can't let him back in
I ain't local, I got the whole world tapped in
I got Percs if you need 'em, comе and tap in
It ain't obvious, a blind man can see the bag in
Thought about droppin' my price, but I didn't, I'm still taxin'
Fishtailin' the 'Cat, ridin' 'round with no traction
Onе pocket full with Benjis, other one Grant and Jacksons

[Verse 2: FTOS Twan]
N***as talk 'til we turn they stupid ass into a caption
He be lyin' like he steppin', he ain't really 'bout that action
I used to spend all the pape', I ain't never stack it
Bitch, it's a button on me, I got it on my jacket
I be outside for real, these n***as lyin' when they be rappin'
They just be sayin' anything, don't even rhyme when they rappin'
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I ain't went nowhere, I'll drop my lo', bitch, I'm still on Mackin
Five-seveN on me, one in the head, ain't gotta rack it
N***a play with me or Twan or one of mine, gon' need a casket
I only fuck with this one sadiddy bitch because she ratchet

[Verse 4: GrindHard E & FTOS Twan]
Vacuum-seal the 'bows, you better not wrap 'em up in plastic
I got a chocolate bitch, ass fat, but it's not plastic
I got exotic in this leaf, the weed strong, don't wanna pass it
"I had a..." I don't wanna hear that bullshit, that shit past tense
Ridin' in somethin' fast, this bitch don't even got a half tint
Beat this bitch up and dropped her off quick, she had a bad stitch
This Perc' got me high as fuck, I got a bad bitch
Boy, you a lame, you ain't never had no bad bitch

[Verse 5: GrindHard E]
Quick to make a pound disappear, that's a bag trick
Spent the money, then tried to cuff, he a bad trick
Elevatin', had to cut some people off 'cause they stagnant
Gun too big, when I ran, I had to drag it
If the hook get behind us, I'ma snatch 'em, can't stash it
You can tell that my outfit expensive 'cause the fabric
Unc' fifty-three, still cookin' dope with a passion
I know a bitch tote guns, got a job, and do lashes
Made thirty racks, was 'bout to go and spend it, but I stashed it
I really grind hard for money, got it patent
Doin' a hundred, fucked around and missed my exit, I just passed it
Started off petty hustlin', now my bag lookin' massive
I used to try to stretch everything like elastic
Now the shit disappear before I open up the plastic