Effortless

[Intro]
(Damn it, Homie, I'm comin' up)

[Verse 1: ATM Alee]
I'm higher than a plane, first-class, you niggas flyin' Spirit
Bitch brought the bands back, I went straight to Gary
Niggas ain't gon' slide on shit 'cause they too scary
Lookin' for my nigga Rick, I need some more cherry
In the D lookin' for some 'za, let me call Barry
Chrome Heart, but my pants made by Amiri
Bookbag on 'cause the money, I couldn't even carry it
If my nigga got some drank, guarantee he sharin' it
First gun that I ever got, I really had to cherish it
I used to rock big clothes, man, that shit embarassin'
Walk around with a big knot, man, this shit hilarious
Every time you hear me cough, then I need my medicine
Get a nigga ass stretched quick, now he need an ambulance
Hit the drank with some shit, you can't even smell it
Dog got stuck with some 'bows, he can't even sell it
Up a roll on them hoes, hell yeah, I'm selfish
Got a Gucci bubble coat on with the big letters
I'll pull the car out right now, it's a bitch catcher
Five-sixes left a nigga like a bench-presser
If the whip don't get attention, bet the kit catch her
Fuck around and drink the whole pint, we ain't even measure

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Fuck this nigga bitch, I think he kinda knew, but he could never catch her
When I get this 'za in, ain't gotta smell it 'cause it's always pressure
It's a lick on the floor, I had to think like it's now or never
Drink a pint of Akorn, but the Hi-Tech and Quali' be better
Michigan weed good, but I fuck with my plug from Cali 'cause his quality better
You can come and shop, but gotta pull up in a timely matter
Hide the Tris in the Grape Everfresh 'cause you gotta be clever
My nigga keep fuckin' up, I keep tellin' him, "You gotta do better"
GrindHard 4 Money a lifestyle, I threw it on the sweater
Took my chain off my neck and pulled them racks out my pocket and threw it on the dresser
Nigga reach for anything, he DOA or leavin' on a stretcher
Poured an eight in one pop in front of my mama, she gave me a lecture
Pourin' out the pint, don't need no bottle, we ain't tryna measure
It's more lean in the pop than the pop, it's gon' taste like medicine
My nigga caught a body, they dropped all the charges 'cause they ain't have no evidence
Bitch fucked forty-five niggas, now she say she celibate
Lame nigga tried to diss me for some fame and he still ain't relevant
I grind hard without tryin', man, this shit be effortless