Hundred K on froze, Im in grind mode
Big bank rolls, come from grind mode
Real street code, it’s called grind mode
They locked up moe, we in crime mode
Its fifteen, Lets pretend
We got a lot of birds at the jewelry in 
They wanna get booked by us cause we win
These niggas gon’ hate on you even though its a sin 
But we gon win, we winnin
I got bitches from Florida folllowin me back to Georgia 
Just to look at the Cola
Just to whip up the yola
Hundred K for my soldier
Hundred K for my daughter
Fifty more for her mother
Im a boss man like Sosa
Baby baby baby I can get that dope from you
And bring it back like the 80s
Im bleedin’ red as a cherry, even green like the Navy
I love Molly, fuck Montana
We may have us a baby
Or I can whip a couple babies
Bring me two I can whip five bags like the Jacksons
Or I might ass like the Braxtons
I remember we were standin’ on concrete servin J’s Asprins
Til we found out grind mode work magic
Hundred K on froze, Im in grind mode
Big bank rolls, come from grind mode
Real street code, its called grind mode
They locked up moe, we in crime mode
Its fifteen, Let’s pretend
We got a lot of birds at the jewelry in 
They wanna get booked by us cause we win
These niggas gon hate on you even though its a sin 
But we gon win, we winnin
We winnin, you on the outside lookin in
These niggas aint your friends 
They wanna be in the position you in 
Street sweep the niggas like a dust pan I aint playin
Clean the block, sanitize em
Blood bath, baptize em 
Bleed the block, bleed the rock
Turn a square to a rectangle
Jump Chris Angel mathematician
Young magician, do magic
I do numbers, no fumbles
Lex Luger, flex Summer
Hundred K on froze, Im in grind mode
Big bank rolls, come from grind mode
Real street code, its called grind mode
They locked up moe, we in crime mode
Its fifteen, Lets pretend
We got a lot of birds at the jewelry in 
They wanna get booked by us cause we win
These niggas gon hate on you even though its a sin 
But we gon win, we winnin
Slimeeee
You can wrap a nickel
You can wrap a chicken
Some niggas rap niggas, some niggas wrap chickens
You can use a stick, use a, or a egg beater
Ima use a stick, use a stick, and a eggbeater 
All these cakes fake hit em with bout eight
Walk up on a pussy 
Make sure he aint straight 
Hop up in my bar crank up that lil engine
Oh they think Im trippin 
Blood gon think Im trippin 
Ola Playa ignant
I super charge my engine 
I fortune on my image, go broke tryna mimic
This pyrex fuckin vision 
Got me reppin Bentley
The slime shit in me, have your ass in missin
Hundred Round Semis 
Oh he aint think this shit was in me?
Catch a fuck nigga brippin
Hit em with the the AK46S
Or the Mac 11s or the Mac 90s
Lil player slimy, plus Im fuckin grimy
Choppers with bananas, stendos with the hammers red bandanas
Coke and arm and hammer
Thousand gram man, drop head Phantom 
Oh they stop and stare, oh they stop and stare 
Walkin chandelier, plus Im crystal clear
Engine in the rear
The S is for Slug
The L is for Love
The I is for me
You know the E for everything
You know the E for everything
Got VVSs on my tinted just swangin, ooh they just swangin
We doin nothin but gang bangin 
We doin nothin but gang bangin