Grind The Trap ft. Louie Ray Lyrics

Nito, Pace

And this is my nigga Nito, let's get it

Many men, na Louie, I got many opps but plenty shots

When I shoot, it make my body rock, Kuz turn that music down

They might call the cops, we in any spotlight, like alcoholics when they bar hop

At the light when I made the stop, a car approach the windows went down and that's when my heart dropped

Boy I'm trippin', was a white lady, I'm going crazy, but you know we strapped up in this bitch just like the Navy

Rob me, much tryna collect life insurance, nigga died and he ain't even have no life insurance

30 rounds of better in my mag, it got high endurance, get a nigga lit like a Bic or some lighter fluid

Couple body shots and have him leaking like spaghetti or a headshot

And have him looking like some jelly, got his head at his feet, but his feet up at his Tummy

Kuz wrapped the packages and now they look like a mummy

Sent him to the bank and drop the check, he a crash dummy

Withdrawal, told him that it froze, he ain't get nothing

This is not poker, lil nigga, I am not bluffing

Always talking chicken, lil nigga, but you not upping

He killed Him, so we killed Him, chain reaction

Rockstar jeans, V-Lone T and some chain reaction

Broke boys run it up, I'm prepared for the main attraction

I don't sell work, so if you need it then you know I'm taxing

My nigga don't know how to spell, he call my shoes Balenciagos

This sig like my shadow, it's gon' go wherever I go

Huncho going up like Zion, I make the pass like I'm Lonzo

So you know we scoring, all American muscle cars, I don't do the Foreigns

I been could've fucked your bitch, but I heard she Boring

Boy you better check the scoreboard, cause I been scoring

All across the country, lil nigga, you think that I'm Touring

Yeah, I don't send shots, but I send them

I know very well how to work a trap cause I be in them

You would never get to learn the streets well if you don't bend them

Yeah, fuck following the rules, I done bent them

I had left the streets about a week or two and I had missed them

I could find a pint of Wocky every day and it's official

I'ma probably try to find a nigga ass on this official

Niggas cheating on this court, bro, where's the officials

My Jewelry plus my racks equals all my credentials

How you gotta choppa going toe to toe with a pistol

How you put her on the floor cause she a hoe, bro, it's simple

If I ain't got no more weed to roll up then it's an issue

Fuck, so used to getting money, bro, I'm stuck

It was 40 niggas with me, got them all in the club

If lil bro here for shooting then he gotta have a gun

Ain't no keeping up with me, don't even matter about the plug