804Leak - Grove Lyrics

I kick shit
That rock shit
That cop shit
Don't stop shit
That hot shit
I'm in da pot wit
I make a hot flip
And make a knot quick
Boy I'm strong when I'm in it
On from the beginning
I'm winning
Never sinning
Wait a minute
Lemme pause for a minute
When I finish
You can have her when I'm finished
Matter fact you can join when I'm in it
Uh
Gold slugs gold necklace
Not the shit that make ya neck itch
Next bitch on to the next Bitch
I make the next bitch f*ck my ex bitch
Oh
Did it on my own
Writing in my phone
Find when I'm alone
Now I'm in my zone
Homie did me wrong
So it's on when it's on
N the beef gone go on
Till it's it's on n he gone

You can't stop this that hot shit
To unlock this
You need a lock smith
You may get close to clones
Living in Mobil homes
But best believe that that is not this
I never asked for mine
I had to grind for time
Anything else you find is not shit
A living mastermind
Living to pass the time
Anything else you find is not this
Uh
BLACK on black that's my wardrobe
Touchdown I'm on beast mode
Who is that wit da freak flow
I make a freak blow on my freak poll
Selling pills to the medicated
Money making infactuated
Thanking God I'll be da one to make it
Still wondering how I graduated

Black on black that's my wardrobe
And all my niggas on go mode
They gone go when I say go
They gone blow when I say so
Dumped the percs mane I'm done wit dat
Runnin rap think Ima run wit dat
Runnin rap n Ima run wit dat

See me out in dat mustang
Engine roar when I switch lanes
You can play me pussy if you want too but dese bullets burn when I click bang
Pussy nigga I stay low
You can catch me wid a freak hoe
That do anything that I say so
When I say so
Take a break hoe
Pussy nigga I stay fly
Ain't Neva been a day I ain't high
Shine brighter then a lightskin nigga oiled up on a bright summer day on FaceTime
No homo
I'm cut throat don't trust shit
Got one gun got two clips
Bought a new choppa my new bitch
Gotta long clip n good grip
All facts nigga like a polygraph
Came in da club wit a body bag
Leave a nigga stretched like a yoga class
Like da usher song u got it bad
My Bitch bad my niggas good
Niggas steady lying say dey from da hood
But if a nigga catch em round southside take his goodies from him red Robbin hood
Uh
That's just how niggaz get down
Jewelry n phones to da ground
Get low n don't make a sound
N you just might make it around