grind

 

I'm wavey like the ocean, but windy like a turbine

Straight g's on my front line, seven-fifty caught alpine

 

Gabz my little worker, two O's gone by lunchtime

Tazz be the smoker danky of that amnesh, its half mine'

 

Spread heat like the shaq attack, yeah that's a punchline,

My phones none stop ringing, yeah thats a kunch line.

 

Now I kickin back zoot and some buff wine

My worlds a little darker now, got its selfa' tan line..

 

From six up to the two nines (99) I don't roll with new guys,

Posted on the corner g, we flipping off these street finds.

We smoking on this amnesh, we don't play with cheese kinds.

I'm from this blue, but got dons from the red side.

 

You best pray to god that our teams don't collide,

Blacked out, and tooled up with straight