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We grinding in the streets
ghetto tales laced over beats
product of society
like menace to society
what you want, what you need, yeah we got it right here

We grinding in the streets
ghetto tales laced over beats
product of society
like menace to society
what you want, what you need, yeah we got it right here

Double cup sippa, wit a bad strippaShout out Mr. Pookie, that’s dat Mr. Rippla
Stoney Crooks from that Nawf side off Audelia
Where dat Molly at, time to pop another pilla
Slangin dat white girl, Snow White and Cinderella 
Ay we choppin it up, and baggin it up 
Racks on racks on racks we stay busy rackin it up
No days off we self employed Candy slabs and foreign toys
Rari’s and lacs in the streets we makin noise
Lone Star State thoroughbred, we dem Texas boyz
Stay throwin up dat Texas tatted on my arm
No piece and charm, Haterz talkin shit I’ll do you harm
Let my ad libs fuck you up, I’ll have your bitches suck me up
Like a slurpee
Sip so much codeine it come out purple when I pee
Fillin orders for dem dirty birds all night cause we never had any other choice
I’m the one who came to save my people from the streets give them all a voice
Gettin money so we can all rejoice

We grinding in the streets
ghetto tales laced over beats
product of society
like menace to society
what you want, what you need, yeah we got it right here

We grinding in the streets
ghetto tales laced over beats
product of society
like menace to society
what you want, what you need, yeah we got it right here

Chain all on my neck, we came here to wreck
This here the South, you know we the best
Coolwater blue water, frozen rocks music screwed and chopped
Loadin up dem hot toys on dem block boyz
music loud like school of rock, time is money tic toc
Still servin up this dope, wrote a letter to the Pope
Told him we ain’t got no hope, better kill dem  priests who keep touchin dem boyz
Or I’ma send my goons to unload dem toyz
Poor lost souls injecting poison just to fill the lonely voids
Garage look like a dealership, Bentley coupe and Rolls Royce
Feeling super saucy bet I got your bitches pussy moist
We doing big numbers, like any given Sunday 
Twenty four seven grindin, finna get that meal ticket one way
Or another, I ain’t finna be your fuckin plumber 
Ain’t gonna cut your grass, wash your car or pump your gas
But I bet we stay gassed up, got dem heads turnin when we roll past

We grinding in the streets
ghetto tales laced over beats
product of society
like menace to society
what you want, what you need, yeah we got it right here

We grinding in the streets
ghetto tales laced over beats
product of society
like menace to society
what you want, what you need, yeah we got it right here