GRITS

[Verse 1: ayrtn]

(huh)

Crystal freezing out my collar bone

I step alone on the curb stone

That bitch shit, I can not condone

I'm a young boy, but I act grown (true)

Ayrtn bumping in my headphones (nice)

I keep on hitting these milestones (ah)

I keep working till I'm well known, till I'm doing shows different timezones (hm)

Little man I beg you watch your tone (ah)

Please do not play with man (please)

I want a hundred bands (wait)

Serving it to your mans (wait)

I am the cream of the crop the finest in south, I'm hard to be stopped (true)

Money in the night box, wasteman send a nigga to the shop (bap eyy)

Chillin' like a villain and you know that I be bangin' these riddims (uh)

You niggas annoying like pidgeons I drop a banger you can't help but just listen (true)

I be whipping in the kitchen my wrist always flicking I ain't washing dishes (wait)

Making couple mans wishes they want me to drop it yeah thats all they wishing (ey ey)

Slowing it down, baddest of baddies she blowing it down

That nigga funny you come like a clown (ey)

She wanna go for another 2 rounds (huh)

Seke he got the compound (true)

Already told you I work couple pounds (hey)

Finally found my sound, (hey) bill up my dargs,  (hey) call up my hounds (wait)

[Verse 2: Len]

[?] and she gone ask me got real niggas in the room

[?] in my lungs it took a nigga past the moon

Tryna' fit these fucking rackies in my wallet ain't no room

Niggas try and piss me off they succeeded there were grey hours

[Verse 3: DiDiDolt]

(yah! ey yeah)

(hey, hey, HEY!)

Too much irrelevance

Too many things wanna happen then

Too many planning my accidents

Clocked I was dead at this rapping shit, so i'm practicing

Too many loving the accolades

You ain't got shit but the second place

Only real niggas can not relate

And they eat me like a dinner plate

Lover face, can't relate

Dinner plates talkin' 'bout crème brûlée

Lovin' the heat, I could just turn on repeat

Put them in ovens they crumbelay

Where I lay, heavens gate, never late

I will not die let it resonate (resonate) resonate

Working for a better pay everyday

Fuck that

Real nigga might rode a fun strap

Little kid might want his lunch back

Got big puff in my backpack

Still wonder when they gone hack that

In the studio with the trackback

Why the government wanna track man?

Cover my face with a bandana

Too my hoes you a bystander

[?]

Getting my weed from the tropics

Dedicate this shit so often

[?]

Got the weed put it in the coff (uhh yeah)

Put it in the office

Nigga wanna talk bout the profit

[Outro: ayrtn &  DiDiDolt]

Shit

I kinda went off what you were saying aswell I clocked

What what you mean? nah you done it fam

Let me hear it