Out There Grindin'

Remix, remix, ha ha

Is it cause them boys is out there shinin', (shinin')

Maybe cause them boys is out there grindin', (grindin')

Platinum pieces wid canary diamonds, (diamonds)

The haters is talkin' but never mind them (never mind them)

I don't even push caine and I push the brain

Ahead of the game, came in range

Not the rover never pullin' over

Smooth like hova gettin' older, (it's the remix)

Not the mafia but the three six is parked outside

Got you thinkin' how you got, left with a lincoln

Me and flip on some new shit

We stayin' alive no bullshit

Stick to the motto, pump a few bottles

Fuck a few models, feel no sorrow

People said to slow my roll

But the bread's comin' fast and I know

That the platinum pieces keep me shinin'

Thinkin' of my mother keeps me grindin'

Entered the game at a young age

I'm on my own I'm out the cage

If you say I'm young and I can't get in

Use a fake I.d. With a picture of my rim

Twenty fours, might work, who knows

Skillz on the track with a platinum rapper

Pockets gettin' much fatter

I got, big rocks all in my cross

Every night a different hoe I toss

You better check the facts check the stacks

Y'all niggaz lost

How much my jewelry cost

Just ask my nigga boss

It's winter time so you know the birds flyin' south

So spread it word of mouth, I'm tryna get 'em all

We from the clover nigga we gon' make it through the drought

Got thirty in the vault, got fifty on my neck

A hundred on my wrist, three hundred on my check

Five hundred on my benz, four hundred for my friends

We rollin' on lorenz, watch the spinners spin

We pimpin' hoes like ken, we never drink on gin

My records always spin, I gotta win nigga

No matter what the mood is, in a throwback saint louis

Shinin' and grindin' these ain't no birds these is canary diamonds

So quit ya yappin', rappin' before I get to clappin'

From the 2-1-4, 7-1-3 I stay on my q's stay on my p's

I do what I do I do it wid ease, so bitch please

The topic is, the fact that I'm shinin'

Windows down and yo I'm grindin'

Not the clipse but I got some clips

Ten stacks, and I make a hit

Then I flip to a brick and add a five

Hit the block, now it's time to grind

Pants saggin' money braggin'

Playin' a one coachin' a two

H-one, h-twos, flippin' a jag bounce in a coupe

From state to state, bitches to models

Pop the bottle different zones

Time zone, fire's on, whooo!

I'm in jacob zone

It's the remix

Shinin' (southside)

Grindin' (northside)

Diamonds (eastside)

Never mind them (westside), ha ha

That's how we do it man

Lil flipper, underground legend

You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me

I ain't fuck off my budget

You gotta feel me, haha, whoo!