[Verse 1]
Is it me or I'm trippin', them folks on my phone
When I talk I hear echoes in the background holmes
Looked out my window, seen a black Tahoe
Dark tints, two guys, two black suits
They say I'm wanted for third degree swag
Drop twenty in Louie, another thirty in Gucci
Saks fifth, shawty all I do is shop
Rolly on my left wrist, make a n***a jaw drop
BrickSquad Monopoly, this is it
The way the girl lock-jaw dick she like a f**in' pit
They say life's a b**h, so I'm finger-f**in' it
Wit a finger condom on, cause I don't trust sh**
[Hook]
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm f**ed up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
b**hes on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a n***a hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
[Verse 2]
You want me for a feature, that's one brick
Shows goin' for two bricks, told her snort it off my dick
All I know is grind, go get it wit' it
You can tell we them bangers soon as I pulled down the brim
Where I'm from n***as rob their kin
You can't even trust a b**h or your best friend
Riverdale n***a this like Compton
Our pistols always barkin'
My n***a we get it poppin'
You can feel the tension soon as I walk in the buildin'
'Rari sit low to the Earth, call it caterpillin'
I'mma keep it grindin' n***a don't stop
In this industry, lames get all the credit
[Hook]
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm f**ed up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
b**hes on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a n***a hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
[Verse 3]
I don't care 'bout no "he say" "she say"
Chase this money, love dineros like my f**in' DJ
Lap full of weed, ridin' on the freeway
Y'all n***as industry, I do this sh** the G way
I'm a boss, p**y n***a 'bout that gun play
Self-made, triple B's n***a all day
Can't do it with the Glock then get my brother K
All white diamonds on my neck, call it Lisa Ray
I'mma be okay, I don't need too much
Just a red cup and one vanilla Dutch
Put your lighters in the air if your f**ed up
Flocka give three f**s, Remi Martin pour me up
[Hook]
Put your lighters in the air
Put your red cups up
Blowin' back woods
Back to back I'm f**ed up
Hijackin' planes, three years in the game
Got the money and the fame, but ain't nothin' really change
b**hes on my dick, cell phone keep jumpin'
Police out the window, man they think a n***a hustlin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'
I'mma keep grindin'