am on my grind real niggas hard to find, drop a dime nigga waste no time, money on my mind i can tell that u be weak and lying, story of my life young nigga still up and trying, i be in the stu all day making bars getting cruel all day, shoes all wet i had to run from a bitch with drool all day, coup all red i had to switch lanes like i made it already, move on me and my brother gon spray like wic all day, im in the stu am cooking, look me up and shooting, look me up saucing everyday am in it am cooking, fuck u mean a movie watchu say am hooking, i got the bud in my lap am about to make things moody, all my lungs are sooty heard ur bitch is moody, u cant afford to treat her cause that bitch is a foodie, all my niggas grooving coz thats how we be moving, aint no cap got the map loscas up in trap, CHORUS.