Grits - Audio Push

Rock the boat, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy

Choosing on your fella 'cause I remind her of Mandela

Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament

Oktane, I’m still rapping with

I can’t tell you where rest them went

Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high

When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy

Look how they come after you when you never bruised

Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth

Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall

Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball

Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers

Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out

Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson

VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul

Work them hips, stir them grits

Country fried, shake that shit

Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin' shit

Rock the boat, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip

Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip

They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit

We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss

Smooth nigga with the best flow

By the time you get it it’s a retro

Up down, up down

She go up down up down

New sound what now?

They said they put us on a black list

Couldn’t tell got back in

Now we call that black magic

She hit the pole pay the bills

I don’t judge, don’t judge

Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds

I don’t go to no clubs

Gotta be somebody birthday

Your best day my worst day

I dress like it’s first day

Focus in the work place

Put it all in my face

Got it all back there girl

Don’t let it all go to waste

Just landed with a fly camera

You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic

When I go down, do not panic

Take you out your body I’m outstanding

Rock the boat, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship

Make it hot, stir the grits