Grinding we grinding aye who's riding aye we come out to find ya aye (×3) who's riding shotta why I be hollering at yall shorties smelling good she knows I love some pure ivory all about Black Lives Matter she like her coffee extra ebony so I let her grind wit me heavy her voice so heavenly rapidly moving steadily rhythmically inclined turned me on sexually who's tryna vibe wit me baby stack it high as forrest tree lumber jack it down baby ur tryna smoke all my weed who's tryna stack it n live in luxury paper is heavy on bakery maker maker thon shot blocker lollipop hard as a jaw breaker never on da bench im a starting player block slayer brick layer rock stretcher ur soft ass tater i flat lined operator arm strong pitching wit da arm strength knockin nigga down a few ranks rollin over nigga champs ranks collect checks deposit to banks u pussies be some flakes money tree my crew partake so we rake stab a serpent always lurking ar choppin will leave u hurting stand by mines to me they divine fuck who u ain't u know I'm great bitch I'm gonna turn up on spot no way I cant spot u wasnt there that's ur lost feeling hurt they're no remorse don't care if u was a corpse zombie flow who know story telling was a sport sorry I can't pass this torch EVER we grinding aye who's riding aye we come out to find ya aye (×3)