Grinds

I can't promise you tomorrow I don't got the best intentions
Ion pick my victim I just don't got no exceptions
Invited to this beef but I can't cope with some rejection
Addicted to the models as I grouped I caught erections

Had to bring the rubber cause I only use protection
And beef with me is personal I'm showing niggas lessons
Teaching niggas lessons as the teacher this the tutor
Creepin with the weapon didn't listen feel the ruler

See I like it how I live uhh can't you feel the feelin
Swear I'm floating to the ceiling just that dope that I'm concealing
See I'm zooted so there is a slur facing it no quitter sir
Asking can you hit it boy you kidding not what I prefer

Pop a pussy pilgrim seen that double pimple burst
Ask him was it painful when he can't describe the hurt
Treat him like he rubbish with him facedown inna dirt
If he had a different name then you can @ it on his shirt

Bro I was getting the money I had to hold the spot
Know you was dodging the dummy's when I would fold the ops
Oh so they call me lil roddy cause Im just like my pops
We was bombarded with money so they'll confuse with props

Ayoo static give another shock
Cause yo classics automatic like a future glock
Let them have it when they on the block
So dramatic it's erratic when I'm on the spot

Hold up wait a minute, wait a minute
Imma pay visit reaching for the heavens no more body he remains a spirit
Creeping with a weapon swear I love the thrill don't got a limit
Preaching while you threaten boy stop showing off we know you timid

Cause you immature
It would make the situation very detrimental
And I don't got no love to show I'm sentimental
In these streets to keep a pistol it is fundamental

Imma predator to hustle
Weight is gaining muscle
Pistol with a muzzle
Never wanna tussle

Aiming for success a lot of money not a couple
Hollow pussy statements tryna popem like bubble

Gonna make em stumble
Bullets we don't rumble
Drop em like fumble
Beastin in the jungle

Trappin for for a bigger pack so then I gotta smuggle
Rappin so I'll make stack but drugs is in my buckle

We won't knuckle up imma smack em down
You just suck it up cause you can't come around

See you claiming that you do but man I won't consider
Stare my barrel in the eye for it remains familiar

Making like a figure once completed take a picture
Golden might be silver tho I read it in my scripture
Bro bro waked his liver and you next if he don't hit ya
Nuisance like a blister he ain't know I was a trickster that's a bitter hitter
I'm no quitter mister
Used to playing twister
Bullets eat for dinner
Imma troubled sinner
With the eyes that shimmer
Sharkin such a swimmer



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Writer(s): Fariq Thomas
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