Grits

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella 'cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I'm flexing in, but this ain't the Old Testament
Oktane, I'm still rapping with
I can't tell you where rest them went
Damn but I'm still alive, thank the man up high
When I'm high, sitting inside my ride I'm still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar's sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don't fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it's quiet for that hatin' shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don't need no Lamborghini just Mustang that's that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that's that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that's that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it's a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn't tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don't judge, don't judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don't go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it's first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don't let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I'm a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I'm outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits