Aaaah

[Intro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
GrindHard

[Verse]
I just poured a deuce of Tris in a Pineapple Faygo
I just bought an AK-47, it's a Draco
It ain't nowhere in Flint where I can't go (Nowhere)
Niggas out here sendin' death threats, I'm still waitin' on 'em (Where you at?)
Thirty in the clip for 'em (Yeah)
It's easy to get these niggas touched, put a bitch on 'em (Baow)
No, I'ma do it by myself and just sit on 'em
Told the plug I need to see him ASAP, I got a big order (Right now)
Is you an Alpo or a Rich Porter? (Huh?)
Nigga play with me, he gon'— ahh
Nigga play with me, he gon' die by tomorrow morning
Light scrape, I just gave 5K to my lawyer (For nothin')
Bad bitch, so I gotta spoil her
Actavis, this is not no Morton
Last plug got deported, now I'm back recordin'
Just drunk the last deuce of Act', now it's back to Morton (Fuck)
I could buy a brick, remember times I couldn't buy a quarter
I rather Balenciagas and Off-Whites, but I still buy Jordans and Forces
All white, servin'— hold on, let me get the mic right
All white, servin' all whites, I could've got life
Shit, now my life great
I just did two or three features and made 5K (Yeah)
That's where I park, who the fuck is that in my driveway? (Who the fuck?)
Oh, that's my cousin, she just pulled up with some more drank (What's good?)
Just drunk a pint, this another eight (Another?)
Me, Wock— ahh
Me, Wockeisha and Patricia kept fightin', so we all went our separate ways (Alright)
It's been a whole week, I'm tryna find my baes (Where you at?)
If you ain't know, I was talkin' 'bout drank
I'm in love with eight different hoes, they all gettin' a name
In December, when it get cold outside, I'ma cop me a chain (I'm goin' to Hutch)
Told this lil' bitch fuck drivin' a boat, can you fly a plane? (Can you?)
Used to listen to Gucci, now I rock Gucci now (Gucci Mane)
Barrel get four hundred degrees like Juvenile
I could make a bitch— ahh (I can't say that)
Fuckin' with YN Jay, I done turned to a coochie scout
She was bad in high school, she a dookie now
Picked her up, blew a blunt with her, and she blew me down (Yeah)
Told unc' don't forget about me when the blues around
Ain't talk to him in a month or two, I been losin' out (Shit)
PLR, FN, and Drac', them my go-to
Glock 26 and 43, I still own two (I do)
Word to my nigga Stan Dro, he like poles too (Poles too)
Yeah, I heard my nephew took your— ahh
Yeah, I heard my nephew took your strap, what you gon' do? (Huh?)
Shit, he took my shit too, that's a bold move
They say you still mad at Twan for takin' your heat, that shit old news
Hell yeah, if you were my nephew, I would've smoked dude