Self Employed

Grim, this sh- hard Grim, this sh- hard as f- (grimlin) Grim got this shit poppin (yeah) Slatt (slatt) Yeah, come through lookin like the money These chains on my neck Real water like tsunami Red dark Dior shades and I ain't see these bitches comin' (yeah) Big drum on a stick, yeah I'm lookin' 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 gettin' laid I f- 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 gettin' paid White paint, blue stripes red guts Star-spangled bangin' it Stars on my pants and they 'Miri, y'all niggas can't play with me ('miri) These n- talkin' on Instagram They really scared of me (they p-) I would've had Mexico Chop your head off and bring it back to me So y'all n-so lucky (you lucky) Yeah, you know I f- your h- So I know why you muggin' Yeah, that throat was super deep and That p-was bustin' (I'm tellin' you) Tryna make money while I'm sleep, yeah That's my type of hustle (sh-) Yeah, come through lookin' like the money These chains on my neck Real water like tsunami Red dark Dior shades and I ain't see these b- comin' Big drum on a stick, yeah I'm lookin' 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 m- 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 f- with y'all lil' n- It's just my pride or somethin' (pride or somethin') If you ever see me in Blaze Just know I'm packin' a gun And I ain't lackin' for nothin' Me and all these strippers Lockin' eyes 'cause they lookin' for money I'm a soldier in these streets and I swear that I'm gunnin' Ain't gotta act gangster with you Know I get you a goner Yeah, these figures, they quadruplin' I ain't got no diploma Tell my teacher, "Would you look at that?" I remember sittin' in the back Slatt Yeah, come through lookin' like the money These chains on my neck Real water like tsunami Red dark Dior shades and I ain't see these bitches comin' Big drum on a stick, yeah I'm lookin' 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