Don’t Tell A Soul

[Intro]
(lonzetheking)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E & GrindHard Caine]
I'm tryna get rich shit talkin', nigga, fuck some dope
Bro used the microwave in the kitchen, he don't fuck with stoves
He just hit the road an hour ago, he got three more to go
I'm in Vegas gettin' B-roll in a Moncler coat
Caine just poured a four of Tris with me, he still got a four (Yeah)
Whispered, said, "Let's drink another deuce"

[Verse 2: GrindHard Caine]
Okay, and don't you tell a soul
The nigga Booboo just called my phone and said he bringin' 'bows
Yeah, okay, I'm in a room with Zo
We on ListCrawler right now and we just found some hoes
I'm finna load up on my site so I can find the pro'
I'm still bustin' PUA, bitch, I can't go broke
I'm in Vegas pourin' lean in my breakfast bowl
You got some Trish on the Strip, nigga, let me know
I'm with Lonze pourin' lines, we just dropped a four

[Chorus: Tony Hendrixx]
See, a nigga like me gotta shake these bags until I get rich
Slide around with demons, they can't wait to blow they new sticks
Finessin' how we eat, a hundred books and they already sold
The game is to be sold, man, this shit not told
(Yeah, and don't you tell a soul)

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
Had two 'bows, before I broke 'em down, I had them bitches sold
Rich nigga, still got a whip with a check engine on
Phone ringin' back to back, can't say who callin', this a different phone
Bankroll ain't the same from yesterday, this a different roll
Thought I bought a five of some Tris, but it was Morton Grove
Drunk a three and sold the other two, now I'm lookin' for more
I think my nigga still got some Trish, now I'm lookin' for Zo
Bought some Coochie Runtz from YN Jay, it was fresh out the 'bow
Ridin' with the Glock and I'm paranoid as fuck 'cause my tags is bo'
Keep one up top, ain't gotta rack the heat back when I blast my pole
You would never know I got it on me, I don't flash my pole
You would never know I got it, alright
Dog shit on me, you would never know, 'cause I don't flash my roll
When all my niggas out, we all got that shit on us like a fashion show
My bitch bad, so therefore, I can't fuck with no ratchet ho
I grind hard, so I woke up the next day with a bag to blow

[Chorus: Tony Hendrixx]
See, a nigga like me gotta shake these bags until I get rich
Slide around with demons, they can't wait to blow they new sticks
Finessin' how we eat, a hundred books and they already sold
The game is to be sold, man, this shit not told
(And don't you tell a soul)