Grime (feat. Mista Masta)

Tick tock The grime do not stop I'm in a hurry 11 a clock Catch me a plane Run from a clock Smoking that gas One at the clock Vision gets blurry Shooting shots like I'm curry Out here spitting rhythms With the nigga kaskury Clock me again Right now it's 4:20 Pop me a pill Pop me a xani Got stopped on the corner Said what is you selling Selling that cake just for a wedding I'm really an og I ain't talking about aging Bought me a 40 Just for the occasion Niggas ain't playing No limbs like Rayman Leaving them speechless Just like a caveman Grabbing yo bitch Just by the waist and Give her a facial I don't think y'all niggas out here really understanding Murder dat Got a couple g's in the Cadillac uh Where in the F*ck is y'all niggas at? Uh Better pull-up in a Cadillac uh uh yeah Murder man uh Better pull-up with a murder man uh Kash Kash Kash he's the murder man uh Better show him where the f*ck you at uh Kas is back in the building Flipping the rocks Pockets get greedy Shoot at yuh top Soldier get greedy Shoot at yuh top Soldier get greedy Where yuh cash at lil' nigga All of my hoes always counting my figures You one of them hoes, always talkin' my business Catch you outside and we popping yuh ceiling Not always chilling Sometimes we stressing Sometimes we rhyme Sometimes we repping Soldier be advising me to go chill They go to war, for real, with a kill Feeding the soldiers wit' a couple of meals Arriving in 40 seconds with a pill Homies' got steels, we always ready Your bills is due, shoot at yuh jelly