Lyrics GrindHard E – WOW! | New Today Lyrics

verse 1: grindhard e
Wow, i got all the hoes sayin’ that
How do you make 200 grand fast?
Now, bitch, get here before i beat yo’ ass
Bow!
I slip yo’ ass, wow!
Wow
Hit him in his head, he didn’t even get to say “ouch”
Sit a nigga down without a couch
What the fuck they got goin’ on?
Them flint niggas goin’ crazy on every song
300 features in, and i’m still goin’
Four pints in and i’m still pourin’
That’s in one night, nigga, bring ten hoes, and bring one sprite
Petty-ass sippers, i don’t drink light
Before you throw a shot at me, you better think twice
Switch on a glock that could’ve gone before i blinked twice
Heard yo’ daddy was a plug, that must bе nice
On the eastsidе, buyin’ perc-thirties from denize
How the fuck you shootin’ pills out of town
And you ain’t been to the v twice?
Nothin’ that i sellin’ at a cheap price
I fuck all of your hoes, you better be nice
On some dumb shit i-
On some dumb shit, i got caught with my heat twice
My nigga got a pint of wok, he sellin’ his but i’mma keep mine
When i got shot i told my mama “i’mma be fine”
(this- this-)
This weed that i got from a1
Hittin’ harder than a nigga on the deepline
Life movin’, fast forward, wish that i could rewind
Went to icebox to drop a rollie, just to freeze time
All my clientele got my number up on speed dial
I’m like “take my nigga fit, but that’ll be five”
Ten bitches, it just me and ri’, that’d a be wild
Put a sign on the door that say keep out
Damn we got a lot of shit to do
Fuck!
We out

verse 2: rio da yung og
Shit, we got the backend, we could be out
Twelve years old, i was fuckin’ in the treehouse
Ain’t no, we ain’t hit the floor, we just poured a lil’ three out
My main me go into a duffle bag and pull a e out
Walkin’ on a cash homemade rug with my feet out
Hit a nigga in his artery and watch him bleed out
I was blind when i was broke, had no vision, i can see now
Drank had my appetite fucked up, i can’t eat now
I think i’m finally done with the drank, it been a week now

verse 3: grindhard e
Had to explain every time i talked to her, she was senile
A old lady used to sell the vic’s to me for three dollars
I get everything for the low, i’mma be honest
Four pockets full, i’m lil baby, i got deep pockets
They try to shit-talk like us, i call it rerockin’
’cause we got straight drop if you think ’bout it
They ain’t want a dime, but the bitch only had three dollars
What the fuck i’mma do with that?
Chilled with her twice, now this bitch gettin’ too attached
Leave a nigga shit on the pavement, this a dookie-strap
Rest in peace my nigga, i wish i could bring buddah back
I got my strap, i just seen the opps, where the fuck scooter at?
Like i ain’t worried ’bout ’em
I got bitches breakin’ they necks when they see my chain
Yeah, they like “who is that?”
Just got a twenty ounce sprite, i put a two in that
I’ll smoke a nigga if he shoot at me, fuck shootin’ back
Them pussy niggas tried to shit on me, now i’m poopin’ back
The mic too close to the interface, where a scooter-
Tryna get this water in, nigga drop, you where doo-doo at