(Grim, this shit hard as fuck)
(Grimlin got this shit poppin')
Yeah, slatt
Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain't see these bitches comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm lookin' 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
I ain't worry 'bout gettin' 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 gettin' paid
White paint, blue stripes, red guts, star-spangled, bangin' it
Stars on my pants and they Amiri, y'all niggas can't play with me
These niggas talkin' on Instagram, they really scared of me
I woulda 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 muggin'
Yeah, that throat was super deep and that pussy was bussin'
Tryna make money while I'm sleep, yeah, that my type of hustle
Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain't see these bitches comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm lookin' 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
Yeah, my old school got red tires, it's American muscle
I ran this water by G Diamonds, that's my motherfuckin' brother
Yeah, Dante 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 a blazer, just know I'm packin' a gun, and I ain't lackin' for nothin'
Me and all these strippers lockin' eyes, they lookin' for money
I'm a soldier in these streets and I swear that I'm gunnin'
Ain't gotta act gangsta with you, know I get you gone
Yeah, these figures, they quadruplin', I ain't got no diploma
Tell my teacher, "Would you look at that?"
I remember sittin' in the back (slatt)
Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck, real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades, I ain't see these bitches comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm lookin' 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