GRIND (feat. Vu$tusmars & Ik!t)

Donuts in the lot, smoke trailing from behind
Two hundred on the dash, thought it was the time
Thought I went to mars, the way I was flyin'
Bright yellow paint on the whip it was high-end
Big dreams come true, no I ain't lyin'
Ain't worried about a thang got no time for cryin'
Pushin' forward movin' up closer to dyin'
Time is money, money talk just know Imma buy it
Walked in the store I ain't even check the price
Pulled out the whole loaf thought it was a heist

Thought it was a heist
Thought it was a heist
Uh uh

Hot outside
Bought a watch
Pocket full of cheese all around me was some mice
I don't even know, know what to say up next
Left a blue message ended with a double text
No surprise on the rise I'm just about my bread
I ain't dumb, I ain't stupid, I just want some neck
Donuts in the lot, smoke trailing from behind
She keep calling me, but I want a peace of mind
Oh she kind of bad I just might make her mine
This ain't apple juice I'm just sippin' on some wine
Pocket rocket loaded up think his name was nine
Tony Hawk pro skater always on my grind

Got a baddie in the backseat man
Had too much purple in my drink yeah (yeah)
I was cold that's why I play up with my heat (pow, pow)
Shorty tryna get freaky in the sheets yeah
LSD gotta nigga as Peep yeah (whew)
Got some candy ass trick or treat
Yeah yeah (woop)
Fuckin' shorty raw man I fucked her deep nah (yuh, yuh)
Fuck the cops man I never made a peep nah (never, never)
Off the drugs man I feel like Lil Peep aw (dead)
Made a song man it put a nigga deep sleep nah nah
Bitch I'm more legendary than Shaq's feet nah nah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Uh, yeah yeah
Got a bean on tour yeah
Yeah
Got a bean on tour yeah
Yeah
Got a bean
Got a bean
Got a bean on tour yeah

All these damn drugs got a nigga moody uh
Got a backseat and a baddie and they gettin' kinda fruity uh
All these damn drugs got a nigga feelin' numb
All these damn bitches got a nigga feelin' dumb
Always gotta shine brighter than a sun
All this pressure in my lungs gotta nigga dumb
Shorty havin' fun playin' with my drums
Always gotta eat man I said fuck the crumbs
Made a song so I had to get it done (done, done)
Had to do the dash so you know I made it run (pow)
Made a song and I ain't even have to hum
Makin' money so I'm never gonna be a bum (yeah, yeah)
Gonna grind till I reach the fuckin' sun
Gonna grind till I reach the fuckin' sun
Till I reach the sun uh uh sun
Till I reach the sun
Till I reach the sun

This a new one we acting like some nuisance
Then we take your two cents (yeah, yuh)
Then we make you senseless (yeah)
When I stick you with the sword swear I'm fencin' (yeah)
I'm always on the fence bitch (yuh)
Like some ninjas you can't really fucking hear us (woah)
Fucking with the wrong ones you can't see us (yuh)
Comin' up big like some damn genius (yeah)
Got the bitches with me like the minions