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tripstar - 90 day grind lyrics

[intro: tripstar & peezy]
(skydiddy)
play it sl!ck, put this sh+t
yeah
woah
mm+hm

[verse 1: peezy]
i just hand counted up 300k
got a call, it’s some clean drank around, i’m on the way
ninety day grind, let’s see how much money i can make
get your ass up out my way, i knock a chunk up out your face
got some sh+t up in the truck of this new rental but not based
got a spanish b+tch from harlem, say her favorite rapper mase
play at your own risk, runnin’ up on me, that sh+t ain’t safe
’cause i’ll pop your ass twenty somethin’ times with this drac’, boy
call cuzzo up, i need some drank
i ain’t got no f+ckin’ servers on my phone, i’m in the bank
put my cheese up in the vault ’cause it’s too heavy for a safe
anywhere i go i’m safe, it’s ghetto boyz in every state, n+gga

[verse 2: tripstar]
woah
hate to put a presi rose gold plain jane
yeah, if i can’t do nothin’ else, i know how to aim, yeah
ain’t no hesitation, i’ll pull out and use
yeah, i shoot to the hood, [?]
[?] sendin’ nicks, i was livin’ like that
i can spot the shrimp across so i stay in the back
it go back, back, back, lil’ bruh back, back
came right back with the packs, i turn it into racks
went and bought a brick of+, shh, they changed my life
‘fuse to charge twenty for a tint, they ain’t argue the price
i bring out this jack and then i hit it twice
woah, [?] a n+gga answer so i had to call her twice, woah
[verse 3: peezy]
dior puffer jacket on, off the mic’
cookin’ work, scr+pe the side of the pyrex with a knife
i’m out in west virginia, sell a n+gga rocks for twenty+five
i’m out here bendin’ corners in a brand new drop that’s really mine
drop sixty+two grams of soft and brought back seventy+five
don’t put too much soda on it, they gon’ come back everytime
ain’t no tellin’, soda probably a m before he died
tell them p+ssy ass n+ggas tuck they sh+t ’cause we outside

[verse 4: tripstar]
yeah, i’m so quick to turn a n+gga into a brick
woah, you ain’t tryna get no money, we can’t coexist
woah, i just started rappin’ just to cover up my bullsh+t
top chef in my trap house, you sellin’ bullsh+t
i went and got that money, ain’t n0body bring it to me, yeah
i+85, i took that drive for the price
i go get a rental out at enterprise
yeah, tryin’ us, that’s suicide, all i know is trap or die

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