[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 n***a 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 n***as that I be around, they be with that, they do this shit for fun
Can't believe this n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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"
N***a 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 n***as hear me now
Walk down with that chop, your hands up, you sayin', "Hear me out"
You n***as 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, n***a, 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, n***a, you can't fight rounds
You wanna fight, but, n***a, you can't fight rounds
Extortion gang, take your chain, [?]
Ouu