Grind'n (Freestyle) Lyrics

Grind'n (Freestyle) Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah, Shawn Chrys, biatch
Hahaha, already kn' this sh*t

(Verse)
I been smokin' all day, nigga still ain't high
They talk sh*t 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 bullsh*t
Ain't payn, 's why yo baby momma missin' work
She threw a ? (ballet?!) she was diggin' work
Have a b**ch 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 sh*t like Michael Jacksay
Cocaine, hammer b**ch 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, f**k 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 sh*t
Tip-toed out and the nigga neva met his sis
Niggas hungry sh*t same niggas that ain't neva eat
Time for gettin' high like every nigga is irrelevant
Got my b**ch 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 f**ked 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 f**ks
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 f**kin' throw up
Mashed it, tattered up like a stone front
That b**ch fangora(?), my b**ch gorgeous
And all I got 's a mixtape and a tour-bus
Show me love! Yeah, sh*t
Grindin, grindin, Shawn Chrys, b**ch