Late Night Grindin'
It wasn't easy to get to the top
Put the weight on my back
Had to struggle a lot
Got a little thotty, she giving me bop
Wait
Got no safety on the Glock
Got a main bitch
She be pissing me off but I love her
She knows how to keep it undercover
If bro hit my line then I'm switching that lane
For my brothers, I'm putting in pain
Watch the sun come up, bitch, I'm late-night grinding
Tryna take a trip out on an island
Fuck all the beefing, I'm tryna get rich
Need my pockets fatter, badder bitch
Gotta watch them, these niggas, they really be plotting
They don't really be fucking with me
Ain't no fighting, no rumbling, no tussling with me
Bitch, I stay with the wock, got the tussin' on me
Gang
17, bro died, I was tryna keep my head up
Got my foot on the gas, I won't let up
Brody be bugging, he tryna get his bread up
Keep a mask on me like a check-up
Said that she likes how I rap to the beat
I said, "Baby, I like how you clap to the beat"
Started rapping, ain't want me a job
Benjis on my mind
And it's gonna take some time
Pop me a perc and just watch how I move
It took me some time, had to get in my groove
She a thot, do it all for the gang
If you run up, I'm lettin' it bust
She a thot, do it all for the gang
If you run up, I'm lettin' it flame
She a thot, do it all for the gang
If you run up, I'm lettin' it flame
Boom
Put the weight on my back
Had to struggle a lot
Got a little thotty, she giving me bop
Wait
Got no safety on the Glock
Got a main bitch
She be pissing me off but I love her
She knows how to keep it undercover
If bro hit my line then I'm switching that lane
For my brothers, I'm putting in pain
Watch the sun come up, bitch, I'm late-night grinding
Tryna take a trip out on an island
Fuck all the beefing, I'm tryna get rich
Need my pockets fatter, badder bitch
Gotta watch them, these niggas, they really be plotting
They don't really be fucking with me
Ain't no fighting, no rumbling, no tussling with me
Bitch, I stay with the wock, got the tussin' on me
Gang
17, bro died, I was tryna keep my head up
Got my foot on the gas, I won't let up
Brody be bugging, he tryna get his bread up
Keep a mask on me like a check-up
Said that she likes how I rap to the beat
I said, "Baby, I like how you clap to the beat"
Started rapping, ain't want me a job
Benjis on my mind
And it's gonna take some time
Pop me a perc and just watch how I move
It took me some time, had to get in my groove
She a thot, do it all for the gang
If you run up, I'm lettin' it bust
She a thot, do it all for the gang
If you run up, I'm lettin' it flame
She a thot, do it all for the gang
If you run up, I'm lettin' it flame
Boom
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Writer(s): Dre Breezo
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