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wock wit red - grindhard e lyrics

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)

[verse]
i don’t see me stop grindin’ hard ’til i’m like seventy
the plug call, i text back discreet with just the letter b
dove in the deep end at the age of seventeen
i’ve been drinkin’ hi*tech red, you drinkin’ heavy green
i quit sellin’ dope and i picked up methamphetamine
you ever seen a fiend od? it’s a scary thing
i don’t talk much, if i get mad then you better leave
i knew i popped dog, i heard him yell, but i kept on squeezin’
when the ambulance pulled up he was barely breathin’
i keep heat on me, i think i’m anemic
i just popped a percocet, i don’t think that i needed it
pour some syrup in the mountain dew, it look like it’s pee in it
poured a deuce in the can pop, it look like a three in it
mama beggin’ me, “quit drinkin’ lean,” i told her, “quit the cigs”
been gettin’ high for ten years straight, forgot how sober feel
told my b*tch it’s over, she said, “you serious?” i said, “i’m so for real”
i don’t give a f*ck about your feelings, i ain’t dr. phil
told a b*tch, “stuff these pills for me so i know it’s real”
watch my white girl hit some coke out out a dollar bill
my nephew, he a hothead, he ain’t got no chill
eatin’ lamb chops and macaroni, f*ck a lobster tail
i’ll do some sh*t with myself, i know he won’t tell
how the f*ck you smokin’ exotic weed but it ain’t got no smell?
i just sold my fiend some ****, i forgot it fell
5 a.m., still drinkin’ lean, i need to go to bed
i couldn’t decide what i wanted to drink, i mixed wock’ with red
pulled up on a b*tch and i f*cked, but i forgot the head
i’m the type of n*gga to ask once, i am not gon’ beg
friday, i would’ve shot deebo, i am not no craig
i ain’t beefin’ with no n*gga, all my opps dead
bro went and bought a h*llcat and sold his drophead
had a fade then some bullsh*t, i had to grow dreads
i f*ck with stone*cold k!llers but they was blowheads
r.i.p. jack frost, i soaked the game up from an oldhead
i just got a pint of red from an oldhead
f*ck around and drunk the whole pint, fell on my forehead
sneaky, i had poured a four of red in a code red
if a n*gga disrespect, we shoot you in your forehead
say some’, n*gga, shake some’ if you ain’t scared
if you f*ck around and get popped, you better play dead
make a b*tch do what i say like simon says
don’t say nothin’ if you hear me, just nod your head
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money i can’t comprehend
pulled up on a b*tch, i ain’t f*cked, but got a lot of head
she got a little bit of booty but a lot of chest
we aim for the head when we shoot, you ain’t gon’ need that vest
arms, shoulders, knees, and chest
just got into an argument with my b*tch, i ain’t read the text
f*ck around and got caught cheating, i ain’t delete the texts
told a b*tch, “when you give me head you gotta use your neck”
i just made a power play by the school of death
they caught me lost, i told ’em, “make a right then two more lefts”
got into it with a dope fiend, he got [?][2:12]
i’m touchin’ pape’ for real, you worried ’bout an ig blue check
i just met unc’ for some pills right by suss*x
now i’m like, who next?
i just fronted auntie ’til the first, she gettin’ two checks
i just took her boyfriend to the pharm’, he gettin’ two ‘scripts
i was happy as h*ll when i seen them lil’ blue pills
my face lit up, i seen a pint seal
used to get the drank for sixty*five, that’s my price still
a n*gga want a feature, i’ma need like ten blue bills
i thought auntie quit smokin’ dope, but she use still

- grindhard e lyrics

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