Shawn Chrystopher - Grind'n (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Yeah, Shawn Chrys, biatch

Hahaha, already kn' this shit

(Verse)

I been smokin' all day, nigga still ain't high

They talk shit and nigga still ain't try

And I told the reaper that I still ain't die

I'm livin' life 4-10, why you, why you pussy niggas still ain't five?

I ride back like a nigga left his phone charger

Got 50 on the Nicks, not the Square Garden

Got me worried bout who playn, 's how the game played

B or Jeans in the wash like the Way Way bullshit

Ain't payn, 's why yo baby momma missin' work

She threw a ? (ballet?!) she was diggin' work

Have a bitch losin' her religion for a finny purse

Backstage, rear room, lookin' like it's cascade

Real niggas march, pussy niggas love to side sit

Yeah, I hear you talkin', but I'm hearin' what the cat say

And I'm livin' every 24 like it's my last day

Sittin' in the couch, blue Hondas in the ?

Nigga, is you that same shit like Michael Jacksay

Cocaine, hammer bitch livin' with a fat face

Fell asleep all in that pussy, wake up like a newborn

They say that you on, okey, clicka bottle bottle anyway

Blow and my fingernails full of weed, fuck a pre-roll

A full throttle, have the gloves and the goggles

But I'm still 15 from the base, like a free throw

All swish, no shack boy, neva miss

All's white, lookin' fresher than a peppermint

I got a lawyer, but that nigga neva settle shit

Tip-toed out and the nigga neva met his sis

Niggas hungry shit same niggas that ain't neva eat

Time for gettin' high like every nigga is irrelevant

Got my bitch some heels, price tag, lights everywhere'

Scatter red ball with my bubby that's my preference

Ya eva feel that it was your time?!

And had a kid with my initials, said like oh nah

I'm at the red light, screamin' out 'it's go time!'

15 racks before I say it's show time

Woah, skinny black nigga, car yellow

Just had me feelin' like a marshmallow

Weed sellin' like a for-settle(?)

La la on my tongue like I'm goin' mellow

Ok, boy, hold up!

You know what? You showed up, you fucked up

You blow up, you get rich, you don't come

And show us, you know us, ah, awe

In 27 years, I ain't gave 4 fucks

I parked outside, got the hoes see me show up

Pussy nigga, quit cryin', it's a dough up

I'm passin' out every time a nigga pour up

Only pull up in a Lotus cuz the white people know us

They only know us cuz my flow fuckin' throw up

Mashed it, tattered up like a stone front

That bitch fangora(?), my bitch gorgeous

And all I got 's a mixtape and a tour-bus

Show me love! Yeah, shit

Grindin, grindin, Shawn Chrys, bitch