Lyrics

(Chorus) -Grind With Me, In The Time To Go -You Motherfuckers Better Hand Me Dough -Sound For Me, I Can Sign With Hov -And Guarantee That Eminem's On The Radio (Guaranteed) -Run Up On Me & Then The 9 Will Blow -I'm Paranoid, Y'all Niggas Don't Know (Oh Baby) (Y'all Niggas Don't Know Shit) -It's Gaine Greene Bitch, Bird Game Baby -I Hit, Hit, I'm Ready To Go, Ready To Go (Verse: Max B) -Ran The Corridors, With My Quarters -Bullets Melt Your Ice Box & Turn Em To Water -I Put The Order, You'll Get Ya Shit Pushed Back -I Got Em Looking Like "Oh Shit, What's That?" -I'll Make You Do The Soulja Man Dance Boy (Yuuu) -Nigga You Fucking With A Grown Man Boy -Imma Old Man Boy -Plus I'm Quick To Work -Drag You By The Cornfield, Make You Dig The Dirt -I See Your Snow Bunny Sliding Up & Down The Pole -In A Old Buggy Riding Up & Down The Road -She Said It's Better Than Being Out In The Cold -SoHo, Audemars Covered With Rose Gold (Icy) -My Wave, Get A Nigga Through The Day -Grinding Off The Loot, Started Swapping Like Two A Day -Butter Pelle Pelle, Blue Or Grey -See Me Coming Through The Lane -See Me, Better Move Away -Who Are They -Yeah (Chorus) -Grind With Me, In The Time To Go -You Motherfuckers Better Hand Me Dough -Sound For Me, I Can Sign With Hov -And Guarantee That Eminem's On The Radio -Run Up On Me & Then The 9 Will Blow -I'm Paranoid, Y'all Niggas Don't Know (Y'all Niggas Don't Know Shit) -It's Gaine Greene Bitch, Bird Game Baby -I Hit, Hit, I'm Ready To Go, Ready To Go (Verse: Mak Mustard) -I Get It In, Nigga, My Gun Go Off -I Bang In The Hood, I Ain't A Fucking Show Off -It's Bankrolls In Brooklyn, But Everybody Coming Here -Been Letting Shots Bang, Since The Gummy Bears -My Niggas Is Goons, My Niggas Is Real Here -Our Legs Don't Work, We Making Sales Out Of Wheelchairs -Nigga, We Got Them Dimes & Them Dub Bags -You See The Line, You Ain't Gotta Ask Where The Drugs At -Yeah, A Nigga Big In The Hood -Ever Since A Kid, A Nigga Dumped The Sig In The Hood -Big Homie, I'll Let Them Shells Spit Rapid -All Black Attire With Some Reebok Classics (Murder, Murder) -He A Marksman, You're Boy Called The Peter Roll -Bitch Nigga Should've Known To Let His Heater Blow -Yeah, He Still Letting His Bird Sway -He Repping Nine Tray, But He Claiming The Bird Gang (Su Whoo) (Chorus) -Grind With Me, In The Time To Go -You Motherfuckers Better Hand Me Dough -Sound For Me, I Can Sign With Hov -And Guarantee That Eminem's On The Radio -Run Up On Me & Then The 9 Will Blow -I'm Paranoid, Y'all Niggas Don't Know (Y'all Niggas Don't Know Shit) -It's Gaine Greene Bitch, Bird Game Baby -I Hit, Hit, I'm Ready To Go, Ready To Go