Grind Time ft. ARW Lyrics

Nigga keep it moving the game don't wait focused on my target my aim so great

When you get it how it come you don't work you don't eat keep yo feet to the turf and your ear to the street

Keep ya mind on yo grind and yo hand on ya clip cause the second that you slip you'll be dead on the strip

Big stake

Small circle

Don't fuck around cause 40 rounds will hurt you

I stay around some niggas that do the dirt too (ARW)

They all grape they juiced waiting to squirt you

With big guns you gotta a big mouth this nigga keep talking Imma lay his bitch out

Lay his bitch out

On his couch ah California bear in these waters you just trout

Sunk cur plunked skunk caught up in the funk getting tossed in the trunk

They'll find you in a month ooh (ooh ooh)

But the game don't wait for nothing it just move

I just choose to live it cause I love it get digits from a women pull chickens out the oven I get it how it's coming

I'm watching for you fakers stressing bout my paper exhale and the vapors

When you get it how it come you don't work you don't eat keep yo feet to the turf and your ear in the street

Keep ya mind on yo grind and yo hand on ya clip cause the second that you slip you'll be dead on the strip

When you get it how it come you don't work you don't eat keep yo feet to the turf and your ear in the street

Keep ya mind on yo grind and yo hand on ya clip cause the second that you slip you'll be dead on the strip

Back in the street posting heat holding happen to keep dro in the pea coat

Passenger seats open but keep coasting steering with my knees cause I gotta keep smoking

To the head so my dreads keep growing riding through the West but I rep East Oakland

Killers carry techs leave yo chest piece open military last week and this week Oakland

Hard to keep hope for my niggas keep motion Jack off boys Mayne you gotta keep focused

What I just said mean my niggas keep toasters clap off toys Mayne yo shit it'll be over

If I'm gone smoke then it gotta be Doja tryna get chips with chips on my shoulder

If I don't get it I'm on yo corner

Buner with beanie and J Jonas

When you get it how it come you don't work you don't eat keep yo feet to the turf and your ear in the street

Keep ya mind on yo grind and yo hand on ya clip cause the second that you slip you'll be dead on the strip

When you get it how it come you don't work you don't eat keep yo feet to the turf and your ear in the street

Keep ya mind on yo grind and yo hand on ya clip cause the second that you slip you'll be dead on the strip

I get it how I live it with expensive habits a savage about mine I'm quick to let you have it

Causing havoc fully automatic unlawful will off yo boss then get lost in traffic (where he go?)

It's magic like David Blaine you hate it I got aim can get you from long range

Fucking with us now that's the wrong thang

We show no mercy love to see pain

No gain you just ah lame with a little bit of flame like what's his name (uhh)

Just ah shame no game they say hip hop is dead but who's the blame (uhh)

Cocaine sniff a line and pull it focused on my target bullet drift through yo mind will it be another brother smothered on the strip

Clip full of hollow tips ripping up shit

When you get it how it come you don't work you don't eat keep yo feet to the turf and your ear in the street

Keep ya mind on yo grind and yo hand on ya clip cause the second that you slip you'll be dead on the strip

When you get it how it come you don't work you don't eat keep yo feet to the turf and your ear in the street

Keep ya mind on yo grind and yo hand on ya clip cause the second that you slip you'll be dead on the strip