Joey Fatts - Grindin lyrics

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(Hook)

Grindin, real Gs move in silence

Stackin' this paper, they don't even know I got it

Livin' modest, with 100k up in my pockets

But this chain, it come with this grindin'

These ball men, they come with this grindin'

This watch, it come with this grindin'

The single _____(?) come with this grindin'

These hoes, they come with this grindin'

My foes, they come with this grindin'

Boy, I don't worry bout time

A young nigga put all this time in

Cause all of this shit come from grindin'

A young nigga out here just grindin'

(Verse)

Strapped, lookin' like a muthafuckin' UPS

All of these packs that I'm buyin'

Boy, nigga gettin' all this sweet money

So I can give a fuck about rhyming

That bitch rearrange where spine is

She helped but to see a nigga shinning

This all UPS and these diamonds

This shit come when a young nigga grindin'

Everyday I get money for _______(?) killa

You lookin' fo' real, you will find nothing realer

Show me that nigga that nigga that nigga

I once UPA'd, wanna tell like I'm Biggie

The enemy goes, they can't help but to feel me

Every bad bitch in the city fuck wid 'em

Stylin' on niggas like I go to feel 'em

Can't walk in my shoes cause you niggas can't feel em

Chopper shells all around our necks

They know I'm a young nigga cutthroat

We bang the hood up and down yo set

If you out there, you niggas gettin' dumped on

Bitch, I'm a problem, jump out that whip with that choppa

Dressed like that nigga from Gotham, boy

My momma, none of you niggas gon' stop us

This money gon' come with some drama

Cause I'm

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(Verse 2)

Holmes just woke me up, we got a lick on the way

Boy wear that mask, we ain't tryna catch a case

Nigga make no mistakes if they ain't come about my ways

Grindin', get it anyway, treat a nigga like a creep

Like he live to fight anotha day

Come up fo' that, boy, leave that

Where the dope where the pills where the weed at?

Huh? Where the drink where the lean at?

Say they got you my nigga well where your team at?

Huh? East side, where we be at

Seven St one-way just to be exact

Where they 'bout gunplay, my lil boy a fool with that K

He flip shit like an acrobat

War, we can handle that, but till then I'm ballin'

Bitches keep callin', stackin' these Benjamins

Runnin' with Gs up in foreigns, hustlin' in Lauryn

All about dividents, bitch I'm the plug and the middle-man

These otha niggas just got it on Instagram

Fuck these bitches and these hoe niggas

Not catholic, but none of y'all can fuck wid us

Aye

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