Guerilla Maab - Grind Fulltime lyrics

We grind full time (now what it do) All day and all night (now what it do) (Because we, co*k glocks and make a n***a slide out) (And then we ride out, n***as be on a hide out) [Trae] 24/7 I be on the grind, all around the clock And I won't crap out, cause I gotta get paid The life that I live, gon keep me real The fold that I got, gon keep me dibs I'm a street n***a, that'll tell you You don't wanna try me n***a Running up on me, n***a you fin to feel The heat, that's coming up out of my triggas Quick to click, like I'm a time bomb f**ing up your eyesight, with a red light Light enough to light, fin to make These n***as, get the sh** right I'm a Guerilla Maab soldier, already told you Hopping out, we gon get crunk Pop the trunk, and somebody get dumped You hating us, it ain't never no fading us And when these n***as testing us Then my glock is next to us And I ain't gon give up, till I hit the top Trae, Dougie D just ain't gon stop Till I got the rap game, all chromed out Running around, with a big fat knot Of cash flow, the fast do is all I know Living in this game, saying thugged out And untamed, while trying to set my time frame Before my time, will get to running out Straight up I just can't quit, trying to get rich On the grind, full time Cause we the ones deserving this [Hook x2] [Dougie D] Constantly grinding, with my mind up on my feddy Working my jelly, communicate on cellular tellies n***as ain't ready, for the shots we proceed to blast Constantly struggling striving, on a mission for cash Cause we live the life, steady pursuing our cheddar Everything gotta get better, when I put it together Dougie, Rock and Trae, kicking down doors to make our way n***as be peeping our flow, like whoo I'm on the way Now tell me what it do, chunking on up look if y'all hear me You can run but you can't hide, from this lyrical incision From your ear to ear, fill you with roughness and the rawest Everytime that we touch you, Trae be spitting sickness flawless And if it's about paper, better believe we grabbing that And if it's about plex, better believe we blasting that n***as you smelling that, 3D-2 f**ing up platinum placks Drama we ain't having that, when we see money we after that [Hook x2] [Raw-D] I'm down to ride, for the god damn green These hoe a** n***as, can't f** with me I'm out here, hustling up in these streets Pack my glock, and roll with heat Trying to make this meat, cause my belly rumbling I don't have nothing to eat On the fulltime grind my n***a, so I'm barely getting to sleep So I can't slow down my mission, till my quest is complete Swift and unique, I'm still gon be that same ol' G Ounces of cheese and weed, but I'm fiending for that green While y'all capping and trying to bling I be bleeding, trying to get my green Fulfilling my dream, one deep never had a shoulder to lean on Can't postpone, see your boo and get motherf**ers better get on Or get spit on, making b**hes hitting up on my cell phone Thinking that I'ma fall off, then you hating b**hes are dead wrong Raw-D is who I be, a young ol' G from the 4 Fin to let you know if you's a hoe, knocking knocking now here it go Might explode like C4, on your back like some dominoes My n***a that's how it go, for the love of my payro'