[Intro]
Cash money AP
Brr pow
Brr gang, brr bah
Let's get it, gang
Gang, gang
[Chorus: BABI JOKA]
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Dropping these bars, going hard they like, "[?] how you do that?"
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Brushing these flows, going far but you already knew that
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
She see me walking, now that lil bitch keep on stalking
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Niggas keep talking, but this lil bitch keep on balling
Bitch, I'm a real
[Verse 1: BABI JOKA]
Bitch, I'm a real grinder (Gang)
Nigga don't let me remind ya
Talking that shit like a bitch and my boys come and find ya
Move your shit back like recliner
Shorty wanna look at my wrist cause she know it's a shiner
Take a step back, it'll blind ya
Industry nigga don't speak cause I'm coming behind ya
Bro that's the word to my mama
Niggas be acting like frauds, like they going hard
They lies and they raspy deceiving
Now that I'm dropping these bars and I'm going far
These niggas be lacking and scheming
I'm high bitch, I'm sleeping on Mars, I reach for the stars
I wake up and feel like I'm dreaming
My pockets too fat they on large, though bitch I'm in charge
I'm 'bout to turn up for the season
Damn, busting beats I'm going ham
Niggas they talking shit like Uncle Sam
Bitch, I do this for the fam
Free all my boys that's caught up in the jam
Niggas know I'm really with it
Industry worryin' that I gotta get it
Throw me a beat then watch at how I gotta kill it
Stick to goal, getting money, that's the mission
[Chorus: BABI JOKA, S2S Ruga]
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Dropping these bars, going hard they like, "[?] how you do that?"
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Brushing these flows, going far but you already knew that
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
She see me walking, now that lil bitch keep on stalking
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Niggas keep talking, but this lil bitch keep on balling
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
(Ay, [?], what it do?)
Bitch, I'm a real
[Verse 2: S2S Ruga]
They know that I'm grinding, my niggas behind me
You play with the gang, you be catchin' the [?]
Selling that missile freeze, looking like zombies
She see that I'm shot, and now she wanna tie me
She see that I'm grinding, she stalking my pocket
Block money, ain't no need for a wallet
Trap money, bitch I'm chasing a profit
Try take a dollar, I'm back in your waffle
Young niggas really raised by them sticks
Was trained to go get it, I'm out in the mix
Stuck in this stew, got your bitch on my dick
She loving my swag, she keep liking my pics
All black when I went on that lick
Four or five, now they talking my depth
Make, make a move, then I'm letting it rip
Leave you bloody, then I burn up the strip
Straight drop, got me dropping them tees
Selling them birdies, I get 'em for cheap
Eyes on the paper, I feel like a geek
Eyes on the paper, I feel like a geek
(Straight drop, got me dropping them tees)
(Selling them birdies, I get 'em for cheap)
(Eyes on the paper, I feel like a geek)
(Eyes on the paper, I feel like a geek)
[Chorus: BABI JOKA]
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Dropping these bars, going hard they like, "[?] how you do that?"
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Brushing these flows, going far but you already knew that
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
She see me walking, now that lil bitch keep on stalking
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Niggas keep talking, but this lil bitch keep on balling
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Bitch, I'm a real grinder
Bitch, I'm a real
(Bitch, I'm a real grinder)
(Bitch, I'm a real grinder)
(Bitch, I'm a real grinder)
(Bitch, I'm a real grinder)
(Bitch, I'm a real)
(Bitch, I'm a real)
