Shawn Chrystopher - Grind'n (Freestyle) lyrics

(Intro) Yeah, Shawn Chrys, b*atch Hahaha, already kn' this sh** (Verse) I been smokin' all day, n***a still ain't high They talk sh** and n***a still ain't try And I told the reaper that I still ain't die I'm livin' life 4-10, why you, why you p**y n***as still ain't five? I ride back like a n***a left his phone charger Got 50 on the Nicks, not the Square Garden Got me worried bout who playn, 's how the game played B or Jeans in the wash like the Way Way bullsh** Ain't payn, 's why yo baby momma missin' work She threw a ? (ballet?!) she was diggin' work Have a b**h losin' her religion for a finny purse Backstage, rear room, lookin' like it's cascade sponsored links Real n***as march, p**y n***as love to side sit Yeah, I hear you talkin', but I'm hearin' what the cat say And I'm livin' every 24 like it's my last day Sittin' in the couch, blue Hondas in the ? n***a, is you that same sh** like Michael Jacksay Cocaine, hammer b**h livin' with a fat face Fell asleep all in that p**y, wake up like a newborn They say that you on, okey, clicka bottle bottle anyway Blow and my fingernails full of weed, f** a pre-roll A full throttle, have the gloves and the goggles But I'm still 15 from the base, like a free throw All swish, no shack boy, neva miss All's white, lookin' fresher than a peppermint I got a lawyer, but that n***a neva settle sh** Tip-toed out and the n***a neva met his sis n***as hungry sh** same n***as that ain't neva eat Time for gettin' high like every n***a is irrelevant Got my b**h some heels, price tag, lights everywhere' Scatter red ball with my bubby that's my preference Ya eva feel that it was your time?! And had a kid with my initials, said like oh nah I'm at the red light, screamin' out 'it's go time!' 15 racks before I say it's show time Woah, skinny black n***a, car yellow Just had me feelin' like a marshmallow Weed sellin' like a for-settle(?) La la on my tongue like I'm goin' mellow Ok, boy, hold up! You know what? You showed up, you f**ed up You blow up, you get rich, you don't come And show us, you know us, ah, awe In 27 years, I ain't gave 4 f**s I parked outside, got the hoes see me show up p**y n***a, quit cryin', it's a dough up I'm pa**in' out every time a n***a pour up Only pull up in a Lotus cuz the white people know us They only know us cuz my flow f**in' throw up Mashed it, tattered up like a stone front That b**h fangora(?), my b**h gorgeous And all I got 's a mixtape and a tour-bus Show me love! Yeah, sh** Grindin, grindin, Shawn Chrys, b**h