Self Employed

(专辑： Keed Talk To 'Em 2 - 2023)

Grim, this shit hard as fuck
(Grimlin)
Grim got this shit popping (Yeah)
Slatt (Slatt)

Yeah, come through looking like the money
These chains on my neck real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades and I ain't see these bitches coming
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm looking like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid

I ain't worry 'bout getting laid, I fuck bitches every day
I pour up this codeine every day
I throw them dices, take a gamble any day
Four, five, six, big six, big trips, I'm getting paid
White paint, blue stripes, red guts, star-spangled banging it
Stars on my pants and they 'Miri, y'all niggas can't play with me ('Miri)
These niggas talking on Instagram, they really scared of me (They pussy)
I would've had Mexico chop your head off and bring it back to me
So y'all niggas so lucky (You lucky)
Yeah, you know I fucked your ho, so I know why you mugging
Yeah, that throat was super deep and that pussy was busting (I'm telling you)
Tryna make money while I'm sleep, yeah, that's my type of hustle (Shit)

Yeah, come through looking like the money
These chains on my neck real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades and I ain't see these bitches coming
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm looking like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid

Yeah, my old school got racing tires, it's American muscle (American muscle)
I ran this water by G Diamonds, that's my motherfucking brother
Yeah, Vonte hit my phone, told me, "Keep on the hustle"
Yeah, long live T-Shyne, he whip that car like no other (Long live T-Shyne)
I can't fuck with y'all lil' niggas, it's just my pride or something (Pride or somethin')
If you ever see me in Blaze, just know I'm packing a gun
And I ain't lacking for nothing
Me and all these strippers locking eyes 'cause they looking for money
I'm a soldier in these streets and I swear that I'm gunning
Ain't gotta act gangster with you, know I get you a goner
Yeah, these figures, they quadrupling, I ain't got no diploma
Tell my teacher, "Would you look at that?"
I remember sitting in the back
Slatt

Yeah, come through looking like the money
These chains on my neck real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades and I ain't see these bitches coming
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm looking like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid