grindhard e - wow! lyrics
[intro: grindhard e]
what the f+ck!
wow, it’s no way
wow!
sh+t!
(just a lil’ flint n+gga, alright, ah)
[verse 1: grindhard e]
wow, i got all the hoes sayin’ that
how do you make 200 grand fast?
now, b+tch, get here before i beat yo’ ass
bow!
i slip yo’ ass, wow!
wow
hit him in his head, he didn’t even get to say “ouch”
sit a n+gga down without a couch
what the f+ck they got goin’ on?
them flint n+ggas goin’ crazy on every song
300 features in, and i’m still goin’
four pints in and i’m still pourin’
that’s in one night, n+gga, bring ten hoes, and bring one sprite
petty+ass sippers, i don’t drink light
before you throw a shot at me, you better think twice
switch on a glock that could’ve gone before i blinked twice
heard yo’ daddy was a plug, that must bе nice
on the eastsidе, buyin’ perc+thirties from denize
how the f+ck you shootin’ pills out of town
and you ain’t been to the v twice?
nothin’ that i sellin’ at a cheap price
i f+ck all of your hoes, you better be nice
on some dumb sh+t i+
on some dumb sh+t, i got caught with my heat twice
my n+gga got a pint of wok, he sellin’ his but i’mma keep mine
when i got shot i told my mama “i’mma be fine”
(this+ this+)
this weed that i got from a1
hittin’ harder than a n+gga on the deepline
life movin’, fast forward, wish that i could rewind
went to icebox to drop a rollie, just to freeze time
all my clientele got my number up on speed dial
i’m like “take my n+gga fit, but that’ll be five”
ten b+tches, it just me and ri’, that’d a be wild
put a sign on the door that say keep out
d+mn we got a lot of sh+t to do
f+ck!
we out
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
sh+t, we got the backend, we could be out
twelve years old, i was f+ckin’ in the treehouse
ain’t no, we ain’t hit the floor, we just poured a lil’ three out
my main me go into a duffle bag and pull a e out
walkin’ on a cash homemade rug with my feet out
hit a n+gga in his artery and watch him bleed out
i was blind when i was broke, had no vision, i can see now
drank had my appetite f+cked up, i can’t eat now
i think i’m finally done with the drank, it been a week now
[verse 3: grindhard e]
had to explain every time i talked to her, she was senile
a old lady used to sell the vic’s to me for three dollars
i get everything for the low, i’mma be honest
four pockets full, i’m lil baby, i got deep pockets
they try to sh+t+talk like us, i call it rerockin’
’cause we got straight drop if you think ’bout it
they ain’t want a dime, but the b+tch only had three dollars
what the f+ck i’mma do with that?
chilled with her twice, now this b+tch gettin’ too attached
leave a n+gga sh+t on the pavement, this a dookie+strap
rest in peace my n+gga, i wish i could bring buddah back
i got my strap, i just seen the opps, where the f+ck scooter at?
like i ain’t worried ’bout ’em
i got b+tches breakin’ they necks when they see my chain
yeah, they like “who is that?”
just got a twenty ounce sprite, i put a two in that
i’ll smoke a n+gga if he shoot at me, f+ck shootin’ back
them p+ssy n+ggas tried to sh+t on me, now i’m p++pin’ back
the mic too close to the interface, where a scooter+
tryna get this water in, n+gga drop, you where doo+doo at
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