#Grindmode lyrics

[Hook]

Grind mode, grind mode, bitch I'm on grind mode

Put it in the pot, then I whip it with my eyes closed

Grind mode, grind mode, bitch I'm on grind mode

Stop, check the watch like tell me where time go

I do it, I do it, bitch I do it, I do it

I said I do it, I do it, bitch I do it I do it

[Verse 1: YG]

I'm a master with it

I'm with the clique and we thick like fat bitches

I got the work in the pot, I got the work in the pot

Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot

Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock

Ducking from the cops cuz a nigga got a Glock

Try to rob me then a nigga getting shot like (gunshots)

Riding real slow with a black ass tint

A nigga can't stand no black ass bitch

Bitch I gotta fat ass dick, go hard on a bitch like a mad ass pimp

In the streets all day, nigga 24/7

Bringing niggas hell to the streets of heaven

I don’t preach nigga, I ain't no reverend

But I'm about to blow like 9-11

Ten racks of cash in a nigga pocket

Shaquille O’Neil these niggas be blocking

The cops keep watching so a nigga gotta move

Yeah a nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do

Faker than I get, that’s just how a nigga live

Ass hole naked, yep that’s how I like my bitches

In the kitchen it’s a party in the kitchen, it’s a party

In that bitch celebrating cause we just cooked up some scarface

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Told them off the rip I was ambitious

Got 2 or 3 cars full of bad bitches (truuuuee)

Make that pussy work, yeah bitch I got that work

Pot hit that fork then it's skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt

Grind mode, grind mode counting money blind fold

This right here is that real shit

That look like some rhine stones, rhine stones, rhine stones

We don’t like that fake shit

God don’t like ugly so you need to get a face lift

I display greatness, crib on 20 acres

Louie V’s on court side of the lakers

Please do not mistake us, my partner beat a murder trial

We ain't seen shit we ain't heard of y'all

Yeah I'm serving y'all niggas no ceramic

Paid 500 dollars for my sneakers (trueee)

Yeah I started with a Beemer, then I got a Porsche

I ain't tryna front I fucked her on the porch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: NIPSEY HUSSLE]

Back to back in these Benzes, v12 in my engines

Riding around with my pistol, cuz if niggas try I'm gone kill 'em

Fuck what niggas be talking about

I got long clips and I chalk em out

Poker face, I won't talk about it

This war shit I'm all about it

Look, these niggas know, on my grind and I'm getting dough

Ain't a place I ain't been before

I'm buying real estate and getting 10 a show

No subliminals, I be fucking you niggas' hoes

She look like a centerfold and she lick me like a envelope

I'm in control, in the game, in my zone, on any stage

And at this rate how I'm getting paid, I could be a millionaire any day

More money, more problems

Bought more guns so it's no problems, bro keep it

And I'm so Slauson all money Pushaz we so poppin

In grind mode, grind mode

Used to do it for survival

In the spot with those blinds closed

I can chop a zone with my eyes closed

Flip 2 pounds bought 5 more

Hit the mall and bought fly clothes

Drop the tank then I shine more

150 thou is what I sign for now thats --

[Hook]

• Artist:YG
• Album:4Hunnid Degreez