Grit Mode Lyrics

Yeah, NoHesi

Ain't No Hesitation, Nah Not Until We Make It

We gone call this grit mode, this some hustle music

Run a bag up, ain't got no time for excuses

From the dub need some dubs, ion want no blue strips

I don't even need no salsa, just hand me my chips

Paper run the world, we might as well just admit it

I'm high as hell right now, my Nigga I'm lifted

I'm smoking back to back woods, we something like hippies

I'm leaving every beat Redd, I'm something like Trippie

Let's get into it add it up, then stack it

Baby girl acting bad, ooh I like her tactics

Keep protection, and some meds shit can get drastic

Like my bitches natural, Ian into plastic

Soaring like a Dino in the park shit get Jurassic

The bars that come to my mind is natural talent

Yo energy isn't aligned, you look imbalanced

Don't get the big head cause that's when life gone throw a challenge

Alright, once I'm up I need that Vette boy fuck a Chally

I might be A McQueen stepping, I don't do no

Bally's

Dodging death through the shadows traveling the valley

Brody just hit the road, my dawg up in Cali

She looking at my shades, frames say Marco Cavalli

On the beats punching harder then Muhammad Ali

I need a brat bitch Ian really into Barbie's

Losing all my niggas back to back got me heartless

We gone call this grit mode, this some hustle music

Run a bag up, ain't got no time for excuses

From the dub need some dubs, ion want no blue strips

I don't even need no salsa, just hand me my chips

So heartless when I lose somebody, I can't even cry

Riding with my Glock, and my pride like I can't even die

Taking Dubs, thinking bout my Exes, got me like Why?

I just love to sit back and take my time to watch you lie

In Oklahoma turnt up like a Sooners fan

Why tryna play with me, bitch you know I'm dapper dan

Pass me the Za, I don't want no Bar or a Xan

Niggas bars dumpster juice, toss it in the nearest can

Aye fuck it brody they done got ya boy up in that mode

I'd rather take some pape, I'd hate to have to take a soul

You on them tired ass beats, that shit is getting old

They hear me on this bitch, I guarantee they know I'm cold

& I'm not tryna brag, but I just got confidence

She got all that ass, but it ain't wobbling

Foot up on the gas, I got this bitch throttling

If I put the city on, Ima need a monument

We gone call this grit mode, this some hustle music

Run a bag up, ain't got no time for excuses

From the dub need some dubs, ion want no blue strips

I don't even need no salsa, just hand me my chips

Paper run the world, we might as well just admit it

I'm high as hell right now, my Nigga I'm lifted

I'm smoking back to back woods, we something like hippies

I'm leaving every beat Redd, I'm something like Trippie