Rng - S2S Ruga

Cash money AP

Brr pow

Brr gang, brr bah

Let’s get it, gang

Gang, gang

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

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

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

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)

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)