[Intro]
(JMC, you goin' crazy)

[Verse 1: Tony Rose]
I seen n***as switch up for a couple bands
Yeah, them n***as sent some shots, but ain't nothin' land
My bitch on her period, so I fucked her friend
I serve my fiend with a glove, I can't touch his hands

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I had a deuce of lean, couldn't find no small pop, I poured up in a can
Legs on the AR, ain't wanna chase 'em, so I used the stand
I'm a weed connoisseur, so I went and made my own strand
Just got a script for Percocets and I just got 'em from an old man

[Verse 3: Tony Rose]
I got a bitch from OT, she like to punch shit
And she just made your paycheck off one trip
This a five-hundred-dollar cup, you can't get one sip
A fifty in my Glock, that's a drum kit

[Verse 4: GrindHard E]
I just made your re-up in only onе play
Sold eight eighths for sevеnty-five, that's six hundred just for one zip
If auntie call me with a script of pills or lean, then I'ma come quick
If the bitch pussy good and I'm horny, then I'ma come quick
[Verse 5: Tony Rose]
You got caught up in some shit you ain't wanna do
I ain't have to walk 'em down, I hit 'em through the sunroof
Every time you make your bitch mad, she always come through
Shit, I might trick today, who want somethin' new?

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
My n***a choppin' bricks, but he don't know kung-fu
My people called lookin' for drank, ain't had none, I'm on the hunt too
Told this chick she pretty until she smiled and she had bucktooth
Risked everything to get the bag, drove, flew, and caught the bus too

[Verse 7: Tony Rose]
You was never in the field, you was inside
My fiend bought a gram yesterday and he still high
My n***a know the risks, he still wanna try
White boy around the corner look like Bill Nye

[Verse 8: GrindHard E]
Know a fiend OD'd three times and he still dyin'
I grind hard but feel like Louie Ray because I'm still grindin'
They say the lean got discontinued, I can still find it
They had some pills and called and ask me what they was like I'm pill finder

[Verse 9: Tony Rose]
I ain't got time for pillow talk, bitch, I gotta leave
Told my lil' n***a, "Roll up, I ain't got no weed"
Shot him in his leg and made him drop to his knees
Me, my bitch, and your bitch, we the top three
[Verse 10: GrindHard E]
I can't say I ever beef with n***as 'cause they cop pleas
The prosecutor threw a deal at him and he copped the plea
I'm feelin' nice today, might give a deal to you if you cop with me
If they call me outta nowhere, they gettin' taxed if they shop with me