Big Grind - Collard Greens

Now I done been broke & called alot of things
Fast forward now big grind the hottest thing
They talk down on you but they need alot of things
Got my own plate dont care about yo collard greens
Playing like its smoke when they see u not a thing
223's we dont need a boxing ring
Acting like he winning boy having lot of dreams
Aint taking care of home then yo ass is not a king
I might lack homies but I got alotta cheese,
A third of em flaw I rather count alotta g's
Salute a nigga hustle I'll never knock a thing
Unless he come for me then I show im out his league
Not keeping up with niggas tell da truth im outta reach
My hustle never end yours running out of speed
One of my favorite days bitch is halloween
Ill never spoil a hoe u is not a queen
When they do u wrong they act like u dont exist
Like I did some nigga u is now dismissed
Aint no blood around I just dropped a 4 of tris
Boy this straight to the face high as shit,
Niggas act like hoes but I bet ima die rich,
Pulling lil stunts nigga u gone die a bitch,
Hear alotta lies in they raps they writing myths
Baby I be high so ima just reply a gif
Aint gotta fwm but they cant deny he lit,
Sneak diss to ya bitch but she knowing that he it
Knowing that relationship with dude boring ass shit
Staying in one place yall not exploring shit
Me & my bitch everywhere touring shit,
Bitch we doing the most in & out of foreign shit
Dont know the destination but I know we going rich
Big grind came along way from hoeing shit
Now I done been fucked up so I dont do no judging
And I still got real racks and ion do no clubbing
This bitch is just a head shorty we not doing no fucking
My heart in one place so I cannot do not loving
Niggas like to sit I dont think they doing no hustling
Let a nigga fall I no longer be no crutches
All I want is papers dont want woods or no dutchess
Like my money even I dont like it looking rugid
Tapped in with my vato and he always talking smuggling
The humble dont stumble pussy boy aint no stumbling
Everytime they give bg da ball aint no fumbling
Loyal over royal play with mines then its bussing
Most of these niggas deer meat & we hunting
Know I turn heads round this bitch at every function
They say they dont like u but u always in discussion
Keep them niggas guessing so hard they getting concussions

Written by:
Big Grind

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