Lyrics
Out the way just grindin I ain't even touch that million yet
Touch a million i'm a still be grindin cuz a mil ain't shit
Lil leaf I pearl then bitches up bet every one gon hit
Call this blunt a Bruce Lee I swear it got all kinda kick
How much pape a nigga gone make today just in her ponderin'
Wrist that bitch it be workin and 'nessin fool it be astonishing
Ain't no lackin a nigga keep dat arm just like in Donovan
I be standin on top of business like a hippopotamus
I be OT always somewhere catch me by the palm trees
Blunt the size of thumbs fuck around and drop ash on design tee
Sip up in my cup got me moving like a zombie
Life I love it up don't need none of y'all broke ass around me
Niggas talkin bout everything but gettin some munyun
Breakin down a bag nuggets look like diced up onions
Pockets got the blues ain't talkin sad i'm talkin hunyuns
Stepped out today stupid fresh fit on dum dum
I can't trust a thang as far as I know man all these niggas fish
All I talk is pape and get the pape you know I keep a wrist
Fuck a friend I'm somewhere OT slidin top down with my bitch
Pass the rock up way too many times for niggas to shoot it and miss
Nigga be callin my line with all that cap bitch who you fooling with
Niggas be sending shots yea all that Hatin I be maneuvering
Grindin got me surrounded by the pape like i'm in tutoring
Run it up nigga get the pape and then I Hoover it
Growin up in the streets had to take some risks take some chances
Got my first whip ever since been on moves just like I'm dancin
Pockets them bitches poking like some titties with implants in it
Always gotta stay on point like a hairline when enhancements
The coldest I'm chosen
Triple cross left my heart frozen
Shinin like they put Vvs in me and dipped me golden
Ain't no sleep 24/7 my wrist in motion
All the triple crosses from them close ones left me broken
Now I'm somewhere right there by the beach just cruisin scrollin
Grindin everyday no matter how tired ain't no foldin
Do whatever it take to keep my fuckin pockets pokin