เนื้อเพลง Grind Mode - YG

[Hook:]
Grind Mode, grind mode, b*tch I'm on grind mode
Put it in the pot, then I whip it with my eyes closed
Grind mode, grind mode, b*tch I'm on grind mode
Stop check the watch like damn it where the time going?
I do it, I do it, b*tch I do it, I do it
I said I do what I do it, b*tch I do it I do it

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm a master with it
I'm with the click and we thick like fat b*tches

I got the work in the pot, I got the work in the pot
Do it so much my b*tch 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 n*gga got a Glock
Try to rob me then a n*gga getting like (gunshots)

Riding real slow with a black ass tint
A n*gga can't stand no black ass b*tch
B*tch I gotta fat ass d*ck, go hard on a b*tch like a mad ass pimp
In the streets all day, n*gga 24/7
Bringing n*ggas hell to the streets of heaven
I don't preach n*gga, I ain't no reverend
But I'm about to blow like 9-11
Ten racks of cash in a n*gga pocket
Shaquille O'Neil these n*ggas be blocking
The cops keep watching so a n*gga gotta move
Yeah a n*gga gotta do what a n*gga gotta do
Faker than I get, that's just how a n*gga live
Ass hole naked, yep that's how I like my b*tches
In the kitchen it's a party in the kitchen, it's a party
In that b*tch celebrating cause we just cooked up some scarface

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[Verse 2: 2CHAINZ]
Told them off the rip I was ambitious
Got 2 or 3 cars full of bad b*tches (truuuuee)
Make that p*ssy work, yeah b*tch I got that work
Pot hit that fork then it's stir stir stir stir
Grind mode, grind mode counting money blind fold
This right here is that real sh*t
That look like some rhine stones, rhine stones, rhine stones
We don't like that fake sh*t
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 sh*t we ain't heard of y'all
Yeah I'm serving y'all n*ggas 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 f*cked her on the porch

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[Verse 3: NIPSEY HUSSLE]
Back to back in these Benzes, v12 in my engines
Riding around with my pistol, cuz if n*ggas try I'm gone kill 'em
F*ck what n*ggas be talking about
I got long clips and I chalk em out
Poker face, I won't talk about it
This war sh*t I'm all about it
Look, these n*ggas 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 f*cking you n*ggas' 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 click choopaz on 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

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