Grim, this shit hard as fuck
Grimlin got this shit popping
Yeah, Slatt
[Chorus]
Yeah, come through looking like the money, these chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain't see these bitches coming
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I’m looking like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid
[Verse 1]
I ain’t worry 'bout getting laid, I fuck bitches everyday
I pour up this codeine everyday
I throw them dices, take a gamble any day
Four, five, six, big six, big drips, I'm getting paid
White paint, blue stripes, red guts, star spangled banging it
Stars on my pants and they Amiri, y'all nigga can't play with me
These niggas talking on Instagram, they really scared of me
I would'a had Mexico chop your head off and bring it back to me
So y'all niggas so lucky
Yeah, you know I fucked your ho, so I know why you mugging
Yeah, that throat was super deep, and that pussy was bussing
Tryna make money while I'm sleep, yeah, that my type of hustle
[Chorus]
Yeah, come through looking like the money, these chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain’t see these bitches coming
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I’m looking like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I’m self paid, self employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid
[Verse 2]
Yeah, my old school got red tires, it's American muscle
I ran this water by G Diamonds, that's my mother fucking brother
Yeah, hit my phone, told me keep on the hustle
Yeah, long live T-Shyne, he whip that car like no other
I can't fuck with y’all lil' niggas, it's just my pride or some
If you ever see me in, just know I'm packing a gun, and I ain't lacking for nun'
Me and all these strippers locking eyes, they looking for money
I'ma soldier in these streets, and I swear that I'm gunning
Ain't gotta act gangster with you, know I get you gone
Yeah, these figures, they quadrupling, I ain't got no diploma
Tell my teacher would you look at that
I remember sitting in the back (Slatt)
[Chorus]
Yeah, come through looking like the money, these chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain't see these bitches coming
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm looking like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid