Grindhard Mix Vol 1 song by GrindHard E from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on July 11, 2022.
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Grindhard Mix Vol 1 Meaning
| [[Part 1] [Intro: GrindHard E] What up, Sav? (Ooh, Sav killed it) Alright [Verse: GrindHard E] I just brought a ‘bow out Got traffic lined up on accident, look like a **** house The whole gang shinin’, look like money when we go out Let a nigga throw a shot this way, it’s gon’ go down Pour the drank in the pop, watch it go down I added two-four drinkin’ a pint every day, I had to slow down Buyin’ zip after zip, fuck that, I need the whole pound I could teach you how to grind hard and break a ‘bow down Ten times ten, that’s a hundred thousand I don’t know what I got stashed, but the money keep pilin’ If it’s a problem, waitin’ in your bushes outside with them choppers Puttin’ money on your head, you gettin’ got like Osama Bin Laden Okay, I understand now why these niggas been hidin’ It’s gеttin’ wider, but I ain’t gon’ lie, lot of peoplе been dyin’ Learn how to ran up some pape’ and I’m still grindin’ Yeah, I fucked your bitch, if she say I didn’t, then she still lyin’ [Part 2] , [Intro: GrindHard E] (It’s a Wayne beat) GrindHard You know what the fuck it is [Verse: GrindHard E] You knew I had to come grease on a Wayne beat Drunk three pints and ran through ten ‘bows in the same week Put the flash on, take a picture, it look HD Starting price 5K ’cause the weed I got ain’t cheap If my eyes closed, then I’m probably noddin’, but I ain’t sleep I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you ever catch me with some fake lean Auntie went to rehab, got out, started gettin’ high, she can’t stay clean Twenty thousand on me with some Dunks and a Bape tee Seven grams in this fronto got me— Seven grams in this fronto got me where I can’t breathe If I break it down, I could easily make eighty-three Plugged in, I can get the weed y’all got for seventeen My clientele spend a lot of money, I don’t fuck with fiends When it come to drank, you’d never see me drink no green Put a flashlight on my Glock, I ain’t want no beam If I up this bitch and I shoot, then it’s R.I.P. I got a Glock and an AR in the car with me I miss Joe, Jack, and Matt, they used to come buy **** from me [Part 3] , [Verse: GrindHard E & ThreeFive Bud] You might not see my face, but my hands in it You would never catch me in no paperwork, but your mans in it Bitch talkin’ ’bout she don’t suck dick, but her friend did it Tried to put two fingers in the bitch, my hand fell in it Tryna shoot this big-ass gun, I almost fell with it Besides, when I shoot, I had to use two hands with it Fuck around and pop a nigga after the show and say a fan did it Layin’ down when I shoot ’cause the chopper got a stand with it Three K’s at the crib, I can’t stand niggas Nigga said he got four-four bully, told him put a band with it Cali plug say I send the money, shit, he’ll land with it Just fucked a bitch, she came back to buy a gram with her man with her Fuck another broke bitch, I’m sick about it Pretty broke bitch, she a dime, but I can’t get a nickel out her No car, but she got her L’s, I’m finna get a pistol out her They been taxin’ on the drank, I’m a liquor buyer They say I’m crazy, I just bought an ounce, paid two-hundred-and-fifty dollars You the type to pour a four of green and pay sixty dollars The whole amount you paid for your drink was the price of a swallow I seen a red flag, he brought the lean in a baby bottle You a middleman, sayin’ you got the pills when your auntie got ’em Plugged in for a whole script, my copay was eighteen dollars The first time I got some Actavis was from your auntie mama , [Part 4] [Intro: GrindHard E] Alright [Verse: GrindHard E] I’m the definition of sneak shit Grab the red cream soda, pour some Hi-Tech in it so you couldn’t see it If I tell you how many lines that I poured in this pop, you probably wouldn’t believe it A nigga taxed me on the drank, but I got my get-back, so you can call it even Paid two-fifty for some lines, a nigga caught me fiendin’ Spend five to ten thousand in the set when I walked in Neimans Cashier tried to give me my change, told her, “Y’all can keep it” I ain’t got no more drank, I sold it all to my people Two to three straps in the crib, but they not illegal Say you plugged in like me, why you lyin’ to people? Catch an opp in his granny car, he gon’ die in a Beetle Tint every car I’m in, I can’t ride when it’s see-through Ridin’ with my heat, no CPL, so I’m drivin’ illegal Don’t get caught in that fish bowl like Finding Nemo I’m the type to knock on your door, when you look out, shoot right through the peephole You gamblin’ with your life playin’ with me, I am not a casino Pull up on your block with them drums, it’s gon’ sound like a B-roll Tryna slide for your mans, you gon’ die tryna be a hero Last time I checked the scoreboard, it was nine to zero [Part 5] [Intro] (Is this KDinero?) (Is this KDinero?) [Verse: GrindHard E] I guarantee you don’t smoke like me I bet you break your blunt if you try to roll up like me I guarantee that your weed get you high, but you don’t smoke like me Ten grams of exotic weed in a fronto leaf This bitch big as fuck Call my phone, I’m probably off the drank if I ain’t pickin’ up The .308 too big for me, it’s hard to lift it up Couple shots out the van and the coroner gon’ have to pick you up Call the ambulance to pick him up Young Dolph, popped a nigga and took off, that’s a hit-and-run How you say you gon’ kill a nigga and you don’t own a gun? Bareface, everybody seen his face, now he on the run While I’m thinkin’ ’bout it, man, free my nigga KD Couple niggas locked up, free my nigga C and A-Lee I can’t forget about Da Yung OG I’ma shit-talk and hold it down ’til my nigga free That nigga said he gon’ put his hands on me, that shit tickle me All I know, a nigga gon’ D-I-E if he touch Lil E Talkin’ in third person Boy was first, take his Gen, now I’m on the third person Pull up to your crib, come outside, call it curb service I left Joe waitin’ at the store but I did it on purpose You call my phone too many times, it’s makin’ me nervous Text my phone if you need to see me, just say that it’s urgent And I’ll be at your service Everything come with a receipt when you come and purchase If them people get up in my business, I’m just sellin’ verses Tell ’em that I rap and breed dogs and got other service [Part 6] [Intro] (Yo) [Verse: GrindHard E] White boy sold me some cut drank, so I’m breakin’ his jaw I should put a switch on my Glock, but that’s breakin’ the law I don’t know if he pray— I don’t know if he pray to Jesus or do he pray to Allah? He better pray to God that when I catch him, he behind the wall These rappers get me to the booth to rap my life, they be lyin’ to y’all If somethin’ happen, I’ma take care of my business, fuck cryin’ to y’all Somebody call me with some drank for the low, then I’m buyin’ it all You gotta have a high tolerance to smoke what I’m smokin’ on If your weed don’t meet up to my standards, you gon’ smoke alone You don’t need a traphouse if you know how to work your phone I got a white boy quit his job and went and bought some cars My lil’ cousin invested in real estate and went and bought some homes Me, I went to Cali, met the plug, and went and bought some ‘bows Everybody keep askin’ me why I ain’t doin’ no shows But anyway, on another note This some Trish in my cup, not no Morton Grove I’m smokin’ real exotic weed, not no sun-grown He was deadbeat, ain’t take care of his kid, now his son grown That shit fucked up I could show you how to grind, alright I could show you how to grind, it requires no sleep ’til the sun come up You can’t keep makin’ excuses every day, you gotta run it up You can’t dwell on no losses, you gotta suck it up [Part 7] [Intro] (Drink more water, bitch) [Chorus: GrindHard E & Freakyy T] If you goin’ broke, don’t panic You can’t pop up and grind hard, you gotta plan it I really sold everything you can think of, I ain’t just sayin’ it It ain’t hard to make money nor spend it, you gotta manage it All this motherfuckin’ money in my face, I can’t manage it Ex-bitch steady blowin’ up my phone, I can’t stand the bitch Blow a chunk out his fuckin’ head, leave his brain for evidence Fuck the Glock, I’ma grab the FN ’cause the extra clips [Verse 1: GrindHard E] Fuck the trap, I’ma use my phone today, fuck a residence When I slide, I’ma use a mask and gloves for no evidence Had to cut this bad bitch off, she was on messy shit If it ain’t ’bout no money or the drank, it’s irrelevant [Verse 2: Freakyy T] Don’t be callin’ askin’ for the fuckin’ prices, that’s irrelevant Them same niggas quick to slide be the ones that’s tellin’ shit When I slide, I’ma kill a witness, I don’t leave no evidence Don’t you hate when these niggas pillow talking on some messy shit? [Chorus: GrindHard E & Freakyy T] If you goin’ broke, don’t panic You can’t pop up and grind hard, you gotta plan it I really sold everything you can think of, I ain’t just sayin’ it It ain’t hard to make money nor spend it, you gotta manage it All this motherfuckin’ money in my face, I can’t manage it Ex-bitch steady blowin’ up my phone, I can’t stand the bitch Blow a chunk out his fuckin’ head, leave his brain for evidence Fuck the Glock, I’ma grab the FN ’cause the extra clips [Part 8] [Intro] (Idle on the beat, so you know—) [Verse: GrindHard E] Glock with a fifty-round drum, thirty clip, and extra magazine Flashlight, holographic sight, and it got a beam I’ll blow they crib up, give me some gasoline Pull up to the gas station, walked up fast, almost shot a fiend Grab five pops out the store, we got a lot of lean Hi-Hi-Tech, Wock’, Tris, and MGP Big nigga, 6— aight Big nigga, 6’3″, tryna play with me, now he six feet deep A nigga said he gon’ kill me, that shit tickle me (Haha) I think I just came to a conclusion I know he dead for sure because his body had stopped movin’ Hit him thirty times up top, I couldn’t stop shootin’ I could never get over my bitch ’cause she not stupid The love dead, shot him in his heart, I am not Cupid 4K for a pound of ‘za, the bag’s not included I know how to find the best weed ’cause I’m a connoisseur They seen the dreadhead bustin’, but I’m not— The murder weapon got disposed of, they can’t find the shooter When they bring up spice talkin’, nigga, I’m the tutor Six dead bodies, all you smell is embalming fluid Spin the block, catch him coming outside, turn they block to doomsday Droppin’ clip after clip, but we weren’t watchin’ no movie Got the bag in on Monday, it was gone by Tuesday I got ten different hustles, I’m leavin’ ’em clueless I ain’t been out the country yet, but it’s on my to-do list I’m a nigga with an attitude, you can say that I’m ruthless Let a nigga talk crazy in my face and I’m leavin’ him toothless (Don’t matter if I get the— yeah) Whether if I get the drank for the low or high, I still gotta abuse it If you call yourself a plug, then you gotta amuse me All that shit was fire out the mic, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout music Nigga tried to send me a hit pint, you know we got into it Me and my niggas don’t see eye-to-eye, but we not into it I could never lose my grind, I put a lot into it Almost thought I lost my mind, so I had to improve it [Part 9] [Intro] (Lorenz, don’t stop) [Verse 1: GrindHard E] Any time some shit pop off, I can call my niggas Same niggas that was broke to me, now they ballin’ with me I ain’t sellin’ shit for cheap, everything expensive Got a bad redbone, this bitch so exquisite Me and Caine just got an eight, I told him, “Let me mix it” We fuckin’ with the pills, auntie called me with a script, he like, “Let me get ’em” [Verse 2: GrindHard Caine] I told my uncle he ain’t gotta beef with a nigga, let me kill him And if we see them niggas out, stop the whip, nigga, let me get him Hop out the whip, run him down, I know I’ma hit him How the fuck you claim you a ride or die? Bitch, you ain’t died with ’em Sendin’ shots at anybody, better not catch you ridin’ with ’em Catch me shootin’ in the car, I guarantee I hit four, five niggas [Verse 3: FTOS Twan] It’s ironic, I can’t wait to see you just to leave your ass And I’m iconic, my fuckin’ face card is like a season pass Bitch, put me in your close friends so I can see some ass I can go inside the store broke, but leave with cash Yop, yop, I don’t like this beat Throw the gun once I catch a B, I don’t like my heat [Part 10] [Intro: GrindHard E] GrindHard Alright [Verse: GrindHard E] Fast money turned around shit, I just— alright I can’t even tell you what I made, it seem make-believe Paid two thousand for an eight of Morton Grove, that shit you drinkin’ cheap What’d you pay? Eighty dollars for an eight of green? Fuck with rich white kids, I don’t need no fiends Fuckin’ with the plug hand-to-hand, you ain’t never seen no **** Fuckin’ with this white boy that grow it, he got ADD I’ll pay whatever right now if you find some ACT Matter fact, where the fuck is the IED? Oh, you say you plugged with the doctor? Well, pardon me My white girl just called, said, “Where the fuck are the party beans?” You probably depend on your bitch, y’all gettin’ into it, you take her car and leave I call you niggas B-U-M-S, that’s what you are to me My dog got PTSD, he got shot in his cheek He be trippin’, tryna clutch for the heat, wakin’ out his sleep You bought a gun to post pictures with, you ain’t got no beef Hahaha, that shit got me weak One time, we slid on the opps for a whole week It was just me and one of my niggas, y’all be four deep You say you gon’ do what when you see me? You gotta show me You the type of nigga get shot at and call the police Fuckin’ with some rat hoes, now the bitch I’m with a cold piece I could teach you how to grind hard, but you got slow feet If they quit shoppin’ with me, it was probably ’cause they owed me I was bustin’ scripts and sellin’ ****, but that’s the old me Poured an eight, did twenty-four lines, rest in peace Kobe Fuckin’ with an Argentine doctor that look like Ginóbili [Part 11] [Verse 1: RMC Mike] E poured a deuce of Tris up, this shit look like Act’ I love her, but I can’t fuck with her, my mama hooked on crack Every day I be in the field like a football mask Up the ten milli’ on my opp, that nigga took off fast She bad on camera, but in person, bitch don’t even look all that Talkin’ to my bitch, “It’s me and you, like why you cook all that?” Cut my uncle old ass off ’cause he was hooked on packs If I was there when dude whipped out heat, I would’ve took dog strap [Verse 2: GrindHard E] Rio got some red that look brown, why it look like that? My white girl called lookin’ for pills like, “Where the footballs at?” Whipped out the heat and you ain’t shoot, why you do all that? If a nigga threw some shots at us, then we threw some back I heard you was up a hundred thousand, now you doin’ bad My lil’ sister said her pieces hittin’, she ain’t usin’ cash All the weed you servin’ bullshit, that’s why they call you last I knew it wasn’t ‘za when he whipped out a plastic bag [Verse 3: Freakyy T] I knew he ain’t have it when he said he’d call right back I got that shit on hand, I ain’t callin’ for racks Pick a nigga bitch up, then I’m sendin’ her back Even if I get it for the low, you still gettin’ taxed And if I ever ran past your ho, you can get her back If we ever had an altercation, then you gettin’ whacked Them young boys steppin’ on shit, ain’t no comin’ back Switches on them glizzies, ain’t no way you outrunnin’ that [Part 12] [Intro] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) (Ooh, it’s BlueStrip, baby) [Verse: GrindHard E] Got a thin roll in my pocket, it’s all blue strips What I made off DistroKid, I could go and buy two bricks My nigga got a hundred thousand dollars, he hit two licks I got a hundred rounds by my side between two clips Told my girl, “Let’s get away,” she booked two trips Ain’t no way that I could fail, I got the blueprint They found evidence on the scene, it was a shoe-print Would it hurt more if he get smoked or everybody that he cool with? Don’t matter how much I pay for the lean, I still abuse it If it’s a couple bodies on the Glock, I’ma have to two it A fan seen me in traffic, tried to flag me down, almost got to shootin’ He seen I brought a pint, I said, “Not for sale,” we almost got into it Went through my phone, I got a passcode, I don’t know how she got into it Tell the opps don’t kill the messenger, go and find the shooter By the taste, I can tell you the weed strand, ’cause I’m a connoisseur Poured a three in a small pop, don’t need a lot of fluid If I sell you a ‘bow for under five, the bag’s not included That nigga sayin’ he gon’ do somethin’ to me, but really not gon’ do it I could show you how to set some shit on fire, hold up I could show you how to blow some shit up, give me some lighter fluid (Boom) Shot the gun once, but it jammed, man, I bet he said, “Hallelujah” This heat I got old, think it’s time to go buy me a new one Bein’ cautious, ’bout to catch my next sale, I might ride in an Uber I know a nigga scam and do fraud, he might swipe me a computer He hit one store for sixty racks, the clerk gotta be stupid I made 60K sellin’ ‘bows, I had to grind to do it Makin’ money easy, the hardest part is the time you usin’] |
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- Who is the person responsible for producing the lyrics of Grindhard Mix Vol 1?
This lirics prodiucer by BEATSBYSAV, Wayne616, JAYLAP, Jxshwin, AyoShaze, K Dinero, Yofayard, WaterbyGage, Idle, Lorenz, LuckyProduction & BlueStrip.
- Who is the songwriter behind this hit single? Grindhard Mix Vol 1
Grindhard Mix Vol 1 song is written by GrindHard E, ThreeFive Bud, Freakyy T, GrindHard Caine, FTOS Twan & RMC Mike
- Who is credited as the featured artist on Grindhard Mix Vol 1?
The lyrics featured in Grindhard Mix Vol 1 belong to ThreeFive Bud, Freakyy T, GrindHard Caine, FTOS Twan & RMC MikeThe featured artist in the song Grindhard Mix Vol 1 is ThreeFive Bud, Freakyy T, GrindHard Caine, FTOS Twan & RMC Mike
