Guerilla Maab - Constant Grind lyrics

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Guerilla Maab - Constant Grind lyrics

(feat. Young Paccinos) [Hook x2] Flossing for my ends when they, all in line I know it look like we balling, but it's a constant grind I got my mind on money, (3D2 taking over the game) I got my mind on my money, (Young Paccinos finna do the same) [Trae] I'm living so thoed in the game, when I'm swanging the block I'm thinking I can have a dot, so I can rock the yacht I'm pulling out my slab wood gripping the grain, drop top Dreamcast in a six inch frame We Gucci shades and playa made with bald fades, and way 16 me and customized I watch satellites boy you better recognize I'll make you realize I still be in them bubble eyes I'm thinking nationwide and being platinum plus I'm bringing ten 18's in a baby bus When I'm on the flip I'm moving state to state I bet my pit genocide can get the hate straight We gla** 4's and we gla** 3's, watch a twelve inch screen with a DVD No more VC's flying overseas I'm first cla** in a jet that's going to West Key And Maab till I fall you better hold what you got Get up out my spot and we don't want no plex And who's next to flex I'm fin to relieve my stress One shot red dots keep me acting a mess I must confess man I be thoed on the mic, 3D2 for life so you better get it right And I'm running everything, that I need to receive So you better believe a playa like me, gon shine indeed [Hook x2] [D-Drew] TV's I customize, gotta stay on a constant grind Er'body trying to hold me down but it's my time to shine, so I gotta get out and get mine Ery'body wanna be down, but where you motherf**ers at when I ain't even have a dime In my fifth when I come around it's gon four rise, so let my top down on my way to Chi-Town Acting bad on Southside, f** with 4's so I can calm my nerves down Hop to Mars and we gon ride out, got a couple glocks it's more than one dot When I ride the block you hear chop-chop-chop, but it's 'fore I'm rude sideways in a drop I got too many bops up on my jock, we six cars deep over at iHop it don't stop [Kendro] Say flip out on the grind and drop the top, swang down on gla** crawl up the block Had to co*k the glock make the a** end hop, with a magic wand and put locks on blocks Two by the pine jump on my grind, make my money when I lead my line Whip the grain I'll remain the same, but I'm two piece Gucci tailor made down Candy red stains on they brain, better turn your head cause I hog my lane Calculators and Internet, I swang on gla** and squash the plex Lil' Kendro is in the trunk, ride thoed and crank it up Throw the deuce and raise it up, body rock and blaze it up [Hook x2] [Dougie D] Coming through in a big body, we swang the block and chopping like karate In a Mazratti when I drop the top the screens fall, I steady be shining Everybody wanna meet the thugs, that came on from the ground on up And I remember they just skip in the club And now we up in a hot tub and now we sipping on mud Do you like the marble on my flo' This here body cost 50 G's for the pictures on my wall You like the chandaleers up in my hall And everytime I do a show, everybody stand up and applaud Cause I'm a playa that was born to ball They checking the ice and they wanna start pricing it Because they think, I got the nicest wrist But when I step in the do' I be breaking the shows, it's like the dude who slicing it Me and my kinfolk Trae steady blue over grey, Maabing the block on a constant grind Tip on the top's all bubbly and everything is lovely, look we putting it down Past time to shine for me and my guerillas, Trae and Dougie D in the Escalade Tipping out on gla** blades chopping the block, TV screen for lil' girl Reign [Hook x2]

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