I be on my Grind

[Intro:]

The World’s Freshest you bitch

Tonight Show

Yeah yeah

[Chorus:]

Yo

I be on my grind

I be on that, I be on that, full grip on my 9

I be on that with a whole round of kush all out of dimes

Niggas ain’t looking for the hood good smokes

Tell them hoes that I’m on the east side[x2]

Tell them hoes that I’m in the east bank

Tell them hoes that I’m with Hosea in a UHaul truck finishing that gate

Tell the hoes that I got that pack

Fat dope but I got that back

In the strip club with them racks

Ya’ll know that I got that sack

[Verse 1:] [Freddie Gibbs]

Straight games, baby

I make you do something strange for a piece of change baby

Bitch I don’t do kiss or tell

Don't say no names, baby

I throw that ass under the [?]

Fuck or suckin something that’s the mission

If you with us

Straight games, baby

I make you do something strange for a piece of change baby

Bitch I don’t do kiss or tell

Don't say no names, baby

I throw that ass under the [?]

You fuck or suckin something that’s the mission

Gangsta games

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:] [Tra Tha Truth]

Maneuvering through a drop full of gangstas

Where we walk their territory like Picasso’s

Pree every sense of danger

Ever since I got up and got out my major

I was dedicated

Dreaming about them flows

But now the flows are what we elevated

Palamino penthouse graduated the rent house

Forty stories above

All of these niggas tryna get out

Policy guaranteed

Nigga get the message to send out

Pulled up on them

Pulled up again

That’s what they been bout

Exquisite taste

It’s only been legit to match my ego

20K in the belly mention my amigo

Sounded lost to something

That engine move at the speed of light

Bitch get exposed on sites you know where she go’n be tonight

It feels so good, I bless the game

Take them out of rent and redesign em

Into something that cost some change

Even if I switch and callin your highness, they will adapt it

Been to the shops and hit the tramps just to tell them the paper stinkin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:] [Yukmouth]

Elegant thuggin

Honey take in that Louis luggage

I’m big pimpin like Pimp C and that Gucci bucket

My crew disgusting little weezy voiced ya

Mercy with the doors up

Like easy it’s yo boy Yuk

Bang, dragging gang in this thang, nigga

Peace, teeth watching the change on these pain nigga

Galleria shopping, big poppin, Versace frame nigga

Can’t flip up, brace in back of the Range

I’m a bait nigga

Niggas, and I'm an asshole by nature

Selling that Big Daddy Kane on the block

They caught the vapers

Use to Cali, Vegas ballin’ now fuck you haters

Like ‘Bron I took my talents down for that paper

Shout out the Chief and J Prince

Your nigga been paid since

Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Spikes and suede shit

You nigga went for cooking hard right in the basement

To rocking the mics with the ankle bracelet

Gangsta!

[Chorus]