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And 1 (feat. Omog Ceo)
by Adamthamac
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Damn slugs, that's nice
Grind team ballin' on these niggas like it's San Juan
Drop a hundred shots on this block just for talkin' dumb
I ain't never been the type of nigga you can fuckin' play with
Slap a bitch in the face for runnin' out my damn patience
Grind team ballin' on these niggas like it's San Juan
Drop a hundred shots on this block just for talkin' dumb
I ain't never been the type of nigga you can fuckin' play with
Slap a bitch in the face for runnin' out my damn patience
CEO say hit the booth, bro, and we gon' fuckin' make it
Hellcats of day turn us back to back, it ain't no chasin'
I'ma bounce out and hit the gritty when I walk him down
And double back and spin again just to see his mama frown
CEO keep rollin' on his cookie, we smokin' by the pound
Yo, bitch over here, why you at work
Yeah, we goin' round and round
They torn us, flyin' through traffic, but I want the Maybach now
We gon' keep ballin' on these niggas, cuz the grind team runnin' town
Playin' with the gang, get you chopped up like Mamma Mia
Playin' with the gang, get you chopped up like Fruit Ninja
CEO said, calm down, bro, don't squeeze the trigger
We gon' do it dirty, cuz, man, we worth six figures
Yo, bitch keep starin' at me, I think she said she like my watch
But I only want the head and bread, bitch, so get on the clock
With ATM take whatever offering you wanna deposit
Good perky meat, break her back, she don't do no talkin'
Grind team bawlin' on these niggas like it's San Juan
Drop a hunnid shots on this block just for talkin' dumb
CEO said, hit the boot, bro, we gon' fuckin' make it
Hellcats and daytorms back to back, it ain't no chasin'
Grind team bawlin' on these niggas like it's San Juan
Drop a hunnid shots on this block just for talkin' dumb
CEO said, hit the boot, bro, we gon' fuckin' make it
Hellcats and daytorms back to back, it ain't no chasin'
Wintertime, Louis V, ski mask, I don't do the basics
Bought a Ferragamo or the Gucci, you can smell my fragrance
Matte black, the line ran the chains of color up on my spaceship
All them OG joggers dripped down with the exclusive masons
Thousand dollars on the babe hoodie, let's flick it up
Niggas talkin' crazy on the gram till we make them give it up
This F&M came with blue tips, yeah, it's pack a punch
Seven, six, twos in the drink, oh yeah, pack a punch
Man, I'm back with exotic pop, exotic everything
I'm married to the money, so I bought myself a wedding ring
On the road to the money, yeah, I have a dream
All I wanna do is get my speech like Martin Luther King
All I wanna do is get the money and stack this Frito chip
You really can't stack Fritos, so I'ma stack these Pringles, bitch
I really don't play by my money, I'm somethin' like the Grinch
If you didn't like what I said, please infuse my brain
Damn slugs, that's nice
Grind team ballin' on these niggas like it's San Juan
Drop a hundred shots on this block just for talkin' dumb
I ain't never been the type of nigga you can fuckin' play with
Slap a bitch in the face for runnin' out my damn patience
Grind team ballin' on these niggas like it's San Juan
Drop a hundred shots on this block just for talkin' dumb
I ain't never been the type of nigga you can fuckin' play with
Slap a bitch in the face for runnin' out my damn patience
CEO say hit the booth, bro, and we gon' fuckin' make it
Hellcats of day turn us back to back, it ain't no chasin'
I'ma bounce out and hit the gritty when I walk him down
And double back and spin again just to see his mama frown
CEO keep rollin' on his cookie, we smokin' by the pound
Yo, bitch over here, why you at work
Yeah, we goin' round and round
They torn us, flyin' through traffic, but I want the Maybach now
We gon' keep ballin' on these niggas, cuz the grind team runnin' town
Playin' with the gang, get you chopped up like Mamma Mia
Playin' with the gang, get you chopped up like Fruit Ninja
CEO said, calm down, bro, don't squeeze the trigger
We gon' do it dirty, cuz, man, we worth six figures
Yo, bitch keep starin' at me, I think she said she like my watch
But I only want the head and bread, bitch, so get on the clock
With ATM take whatever offering you wanna deposit
Good perky meat, break her back, she don't do no talkin'
Grind team bawlin' on these niggas like it's San Juan
Drop a hunnid shots on this block just for talkin' dumb
CEO said, hit the boot, bro, we gon' fuckin' make it
Hellcats and daytorms back to back, it ain't no chasin'
Grind team bawlin' on these niggas like it's San Juan
Drop a hunnid shots on this block just for talkin' dumb
CEO said, hit the boot, bro, we gon' fuckin' make it
Hellcats and daytorms back to back, it ain't no chasin'
Wintertime, Louis V, ski mask, I don't do the basics
Bought a Ferragamo or the Gucci, you can smell my fragrance
Matte black, the line ran the chains of color up on my spaceship
All them OG joggers dripped down with the exclusive masons
Thousand dollars on the babe hoodie, let's flick it up
Niggas talkin' crazy on the gram till we make them give it up
This F&M came with blue tips, yeah, it's pack a punch
Seven, six, twos in the drink, oh yeah, pack a punch
Man, I'm back with exotic pop, exotic everything
I'm married to the money, so I bought myself a wedding ring
On the road to the money, yeah, I have a dream
All I wanna do is get my speech like Martin Luther King
All I wanna do is get the money and stack this Frito chip
You really can't stack Fritos, so I'ma stack these Pringles, bitch
I really don't play by my money, I'm somethin' like the Grinch
If you didn't like what I said, please infuse my brain
