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grindhard e – drag racing lyrics

[intro: scarface horse]
(dang, overeasy, you made another one?)
(shred)

[verse 1: scarface horse]
i don’t carry glocks no more, only fns and choppers (grrah)
i don’t look for opps no more, i get the drop and get it poppin’ (shred, shred)
i don’t f+ck with b+tch n+ggas or snitches, only k!llers ’round me (shred, shred)
if he ayin’ he got a bag to drop, then i’ll spin about him (grrah)
i be comfortable in murderville, my flint akhis love me (shred)
told lee let’s run it up, rap, trap, we gotta hustle (shred, shred)
shredgang and pmk, n+gga, that’s a lot of muscle (shred)
quick to smoke a n+gga, paid twelve hundred, i ain’t tryna scuff ’em (shred)
reachin’ for the mac, not my pants, i ain’t tryna scuffle (grrah)
n+gga, this a track’, not a ‘cat, don’t you hear it rumble? (shred, shred)
n+ggas mad at me ’cause they broke, i’m tired of bein’ humble (shred, shred)
i don’t want a million views, i want an m before the summer (shred)

[verse 2: atm alee]
what up, horse? put me on some of them d b+tches
scope on the ar, i can zoom in and see n+ggas
mixin’ wock’ with the red, b+tch, we drink different
that can’t be your mans if you ain’t eat with him
i can pull up in a drophead and pull three b+tches
this b+tch got the breathin’ holes, it’s a four+nickel
we’ll get on bullsh+t and slide off them four+wheelers
b+tches start f+ckin’ real quick when that patrón hit ’em
we been blowin’ smoke, n+ggas don’t want smoke with us
go+getters, i’ll never, ever fear no n+gga
we hit the hoes on the block, we never take ’em home with us
still playin’ with glocks, they gen5, but we add switches
[verse 3: grindhard e]
d+ck wasn’t enough in the glock, so i grabbed some titties
b+tch pretty in the face, but need ass and titties
what i look like turnin’ myself— ah, f+ck
what i look like turnin’ myself in? they gon’ have to come get me
go outta town, i’ma shop when i land, ain’t no baggage with me
if the price right on the ‘bows, then i’m grabbin’ twenty
i know a n+gga that’ll rob his own blood and won’t show no sympathy
i know a n+gga k!lled all his own opps, he ain’t got no enemies
he got hit in the head, he ain’t die, but lost all his memories
f+ck my b+tch for twenty, thirty minutes, drained all my energy
f+cked the b+tch, but quick f+ckin’ with her ’cause we ain’t have no chemistry
cut off anybody do some f+ck sh+t, n+gga, f+ck our history

- grindhard e lyrics

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