No More Games
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Cant contain myself, so much work that I cant explain myself
Hold up
Leakin money like a drippin faucet
Leave em drippin wet and thats a full stop
Never ever ever got enough
So i be stylin on em til I'm hot enough
You know I'm grindin on em so they ridin up
If you like em high you know I got em bruh
Constantly outchea you know I be grindin
Hustle continues I'm reachin for diamonds
Blowin the Os, pour the gin up with lime in
Powder the slopes and I'm breakin the line in
Life on the road this is how I'm survivin
Smokin my stash but the green multiplyin
I see in 4d but to me theres no time in it
Duckin and dodgin and dippin and divin
I give her the D thats when I take my time
A slippery slope watch your step you might slide
I live in the moment expandin your mind
I live in the beat thats the reason I rhyme
And I
Stay up like late nights
I get paid up cuz I pay the price
I stay laced up to make a sacrifice
In my plane up, when I make the flight, ooh
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Gotcho bitch on my dick like a bomb pop
Gimmie real good head do it nonstop
On the bathroom floor with a blonde thot
Got the money in the safe thats on lock
Speaking of lock where the fuck are my keys?
I lost em when Becky was suckin my D
I'm grabbin her Ds
She all on her knees
I break down the swisher and fill it with trees
Hah
4 Gs like your data plan
Dont be a hater man
Cuz I made a grand off a fuckin G
Cuz I broke it down like a fuckin G
She suckin me while I'm puffin greens
Ion give a damn bout the inbetweens
Been doin this since I was in my teen
Got a couple pounds. Boutta flip the scene
Leggo
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Fuck whatcha said
Fuck whatcha heard
Fill em up with lead
DreadP so absurd
An we burnin em up
Learnin em up
Earnin em up
Back it up like a dump truck
Turnin em up
An im boutta blow up like a nuke ayeee
Got the club goin up on a tuesday
Got a bottle of the goose
Make em loose
What would you say?
Smoke up in the booth
Cuz i shoot flames
Touché
Who say they can handle this?
Who got a plan to dismantle this?
I'm in a battle to rattle establishment
A stab in the back, fast jab, blast a bitch
Im glad it hittin, smashin dishes
Laughin with the mother fucker who attacked the witness
Im back in business
The Pen and a pad
Boy
Savage written
The rooftop pad
Man thats lavish livin
Uhh
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always grindin
Always strivin
Lookin for the better things
Always grindin
Always strivin
Yeah
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Cant contain myself, so much work that I cant explain myself
Hold up
Leakin money like a drippin faucet
Leave em drippin wet and thats a full stop
Never ever ever got enough
So i be stylin on em til I'm hot enough
You know I'm grindin on em so they ridin up
If you like em high you know I got em bruh
Constantly outchea you know I be grindin
Hustle continues I'm reachin for diamonds
Blowin the Os, pour the gin up with lime in
Powder the slopes and I'm breakin the line in
Life on the road this is how I'm survivin
Smokin my stash but the green multiplyin
I see in 4d but to me theres no time in it
Duckin and dodgin and dippin and divin
I give her the D thats when I take my time
A slippery slope watch your step you might slide
I live in the moment expandin your mind
I live in the beat thats the reason I rhyme
And I
Stay up like late nights
I get paid up cuz I pay the price
I stay laced up to make a sacrifice
In my plane up, when I make the flight, ooh
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Gotcho bitch on my dick like a bomb pop
Gimmie real good head do it nonstop
On the bathroom floor with a blonde thot
Got the money in the safe thats on lock
Speaking of lock where the fuck are my keys?
I lost em when Becky was suckin my D
I'm grabbin her Ds
She all on her knees
I break down the swisher and fill it with trees
Hah
4 Gs like your data plan
Dont be a hater man
Cuz I made a grand off a fuckin G
Cuz I broke it down like a fuckin G
She suckin me while I'm puffin greens
Ion give a damn bout the inbetweens
Been doin this since I was in my teen
Got a couple pounds. Boutta flip the scene
Leggo
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Fuck whatcha said
Fuck whatcha heard
Fill em up with lead
DreadP so absurd
An we burnin em up
Learnin em up
Earnin em up
Back it up like a dump truck
Turnin em up
An im boutta blow up like a nuke ayeee
Got the club goin up on a tuesday
Got a bottle of the goose
Make em loose
What would you say?
Smoke up in the booth
Cuz i shoot flames
Touché
Who say they can handle this?
Who got a plan to dismantle this?
I'm in a battle to rattle establishment
A stab in the back, fast jab, blast a bitch
Im glad it hittin, smashin dishes
Laughin with the mother fucker who attacked the witness
Im back in business
The Pen and a pad
Boy
Savage written
The rooftop pad
Man thats lavish livin
Uhh
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always grindin, always strivin lookin for the better things
Guts and shells of cigarills man this'll be the death of me
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always keep the money safe
Locked up
Like yo bitch's jaw was when she was all up on my junk
Lock jaw like a pitbull, stayin shakey earth was quakey
Cant sit still, countin dolla dolla bills
Always grindin
Always strivin
Lookin for the better things
Always grindin
Always strivin
Yeah
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Writer(s): Lucas Ryan
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