Grind Mode

Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug] Hundred K on froze, I'm in grind mode Big bank rolls, come from grind mode Real street code, it's called grind mode They locked up Moe, had me in crime mode Let's pretend (What up?) We got a lot of birds and the jewelry in (Okay, fool) They wanna get booked by us 'cause they know we win These niggas gon' hate on you even though it's a sin (Yeah) But we gon' win, yeah, we winnin' [Verse 1: Young Thug] I got bitches from Florida followin' me back to Georgia (Woo) Just to look at the yola, just to whip up the Cola Hundred K for my soldier, hundred K for my daughter Fifty more for her mother, I'm a boss man like Sosa Baby, baby, baby, I can get that dope from you And bring it back like the eighties I am bleedin' red as a cherry, even green like the Navy I love Molly, fuck Montana We may have us a baby or I can whip a couple babies, hey Bring me two, I whip five bags like the Jacksons Or I might [?] your ass like the Braxtons I remember we were standin' on concrete servin' J's Asprins (Remember that?) 'Til we found out grind mode work magic [Chorus: Young Thug] Hundred K on froze, I'm in grind mode Big bank rolls, come from grind mode Real street code, it's called grind mode They locked up Moe, had me in crime mode Let's pretend (What up?) We got a lot of birds and the jewelry in (Okay, fool) They wanna get booked by us 'cause they know we win These niggas gon' hate on you even though it's a sin (Yeah) But we gon' win, yeah, we winnin' [Verse 2: Ola Playa] We winnin', you on the outside lookin' in Them niggas ain't your friends (Uh-uh) They wanna be in the position you in (Ha) Street sweep them niggas like a dust pan, I ain't playin' Clean the block, sanitize 'em Blood bath, baptize 'em (Shh) Bleed the block, bleed the rock Turn a square to a rectangle Jump Criss Angel ('Caine), mathematician Young magician, do magic I do numbers, no fumbles Lex Luger, flex Summer [Chorus: Young Thug] Hundred K on froze, I'm in grind mode Big bank rolls, come from grind mode Real street code, it's called grind mode They locked up Moe, had me in crime mode Let's pretend (What up?) We got a lot of birds and the jewelry in (Okay, fool) They wanna get booked by us 'cause they know we win These niggas gon' hate on you even though it's a sin (Yeah) But we gon' win, yeah, we winnin' [Verse 3: Ola Playa] Slime You can wrap a nickel You can wrap a chicken Some niggas rap niggas, some niggas wrap chickens You can use a stick or a egg beater I'ma use a stick and a eggbeater (Skrt) [Verse 4: Young Thug] Tell 'em all these cakes fake hit em with 'bout eight Walk up on a pussy (And what?) Make sure he ain't straight (blatt blatt) Hop up in my bar (Rrt), crank up that loud engine Oh, they think I'm trippin' (What?) Blood gon' think I'm trippin' (Ayy) Ola Playa ignant I super charge my engine (Rrr) I fortune on my image, go broke tryna mimic This pyrex fuckin' vision (Skrt) It got me reppin' Bentley The slime shit in me, I'll have your ass missin' Hundred Round Semi's Oh he ain't think this shit was in me? (Huh?) Catch a fuck nigga brippin' (And what?) Hit 'em with the the AK-forty-sixes Or the Mac elevens or the Mac nineties Lil player slimy, plus I'm fuckin' grimy [Verse 5: Ola Playa] Choppers with bananas, stendos with the hammers And the red bandanas, coke and arm and hammer Thousand gram man, drop head Phantom (Hey, mane) Ooh, they stop and stare, ooh, they stop and stare (Swerve) Walkin' chandelier, plus I'm crystal clear Engine in the rear [Outro: Young Thug] The S is for Slug, the L is for Love The I is for I, the M is for me You know the E for everything You know the E for everything Got VVS's on my chain, they just swangin' Ooh, they just swangin' We ain't doin' nothin but gang bangin' (B's up, C's Down) We ain't doin' nothin but gang bangin' (Clatt blatt)