Grinding ft. No Fatigue Lyrics

My team keep on grinding we not stopping till we got a mill

Starving for the longest and I'm hungry so I gotta kill

KY stop that talking them dudes crazy boy u gotta chill

Not a problem I ain't worried niggas talkin not for real

Running to the goals that I'm chasing like a soccer field

I'm gone make it gotta keep my patience like I'm doctor Phil

Now you see me now you don't call a nigga Copperfield

If we started bussin' back I wonder how a cop'll feel

Niggas no more playing bitch I'm coming this is not a drill

Hoes can't keep my focus or attention but a comma will

But when she lemme poke her face we bumping Lady Gaga still

Tried my shoes but he seeing it's a lot to fill

Tryna get my fans up

Then I get my bands up

If they still shooting why the fuck I got my hands up

One two mic check

He can't even fight back

Talking out my ass but I ain't lose my life yet

Snakes up in my yard no more talking had to mow 'em down

Niggas got they hands out thinking that I owe 'em now

Demons gone keep coming they too close I gotta slow 'em down

Ain't talking bout the game starting when I say I'm loading rounds

Trained to kill niggas crazy fucking with a soldier now

Neighbors called twelve heard her screaming got her moaning loud

It's gone be a movie come with clips if he showing out

Send a message then we gone Autobots we rolling out

We gone split his wig like we knocking off his toupee

Steady getting buckets bitch we shooting like it's 2K

I want this shit now boy I'm coming for it today

Lay 'em next to his homie they looking like they roommates

Feeling like Drake cuz I'm sorry but it's too late

I just keep on eating cuz I'm hungry I need two plates

If he say I'm ducking like I'm Donald then that news fake

Sleep a nigga early like tomorrow was a school day

If we losing ammo we gone change it like a pit stop

Cooking inna lab and I'm blowing cuz my shit hot

Plus I'm gone keep working on my craft till it's tip top

You just gone keep making niggas laugh up on Tik Tok

For the fam we sliding on his ass like a flip flop

We jumping up and down for that cash call it hip hop

When I'm onna track it's a wrap like a gift shop

No more waiting time is ticking fast like a wrist watch

I keep getting better I'm upgrading like an old phone

Naw lil mama I don't want you put yo clothes on

Incredible and a nigga cold like he Frozone

He say he the goat niggas lying like they nose long

Think he something different how he snapping onna whole song

Make a nigga freeze get the cream like we Coldstone

Can't nobody catch 'em boy I'm hot like the stove on

You niggas ain't shit you the bulls with D Rose gone

They wanna be yo friends when you stacking up them pesos

Shit he want me dead yea aight if he say so

Boy I'm bout my grind onnat bread like I'm mayo

And if he cross the line I'm on his head like a halo

Money on my mind feel like Lil Wayne

She get rude and disappear oou Lil Zane

Put him on a shirt or onna news he get a lil fame

Bitch all on my dick I just want head you can keep the frame

Ain't want me then but want me now see how things change

Super drippy on them bitches left me in the rain

All white ice on me think the winter came

Fuck his bitch she came twice said he is a lame

Heard that he got hit up with that Draco never was the same

All up in his back like batteries energy is drained

Pop up on a nigga no shop and a G in change

I come from the struggle all muscle I ain't feel the pain

Ever since my lil bro died I ain't feel the same

I be swervin' hard up in the whip look how I enter lane

Bad bitch top me while I drive keep me entertained

I'm up one buzzer beater watch me end the game

Hate when I hop on tracks cuz I murder 'em like what's that about

You know I got this shit in the bag like my cap and gown

You know like a center I'm with it bitch I ain't backing down

Ain't no time for boxing lil nigga cuz I'm Pacquiao

You can say I'm benching with this pistol cuz I'm maxing out

Wave that bitch like halo get a halo if he acting out

Might just sub my bro in for the mission he ain't tapping out

Pole over his face just like a brim look who be capping now

I'm the one that's fucking on yo bitch that you keep asking bout

In different positions no collision we be crashing out

She see I got racks on racks on racks and I ain't cashing out

Hot nigga feel like Bobby Shmurda but not passing out

Tigue