Constant Grind - DJ Screw, Trae, Guerilla Maab

Flossing for my ends when they, all in line

I know it look like we balling, but it’s a constant grind

I got my mind on money, (3D2 taking over the game)

I got my mind on my money, (Young Paccinos finna do the same)

I’m living so thoed in the game, when I’m swanging the block

I’m thinking I can have a dot, so I can rock the yacht

I’m pulling out my slab wood gripping the grain, drop top Dreamcast in a six

inch frame

We Gucci shades and playa made with bald fades, and way 16 me and customized

I watch satellites boy you better recognize

I’ll make you realize I still be in them bubble eyes

I’m thinking nationwide and being platinum plus

I’m bringing ten 18's in a baby bus

When I’m on the flip I’m moving state to state

I bet my pit genocide can get the hate straight

We glass 4's and we glass 3's, watch a twelve inch screen with a DVD

No more VC’s flying overseas

I’m first class in a jet that’s going to West Key

And Maab till I fall you better hold what you got

Get up out my spot and we don’t want no plex

And who’s next to flex I’m fin to relieve my stress

One shot red dots keep me acting a mess

I must confess man I be thoed on the mic, 3D2 for life so you better get it

right

And I’m running everything, that I need to receive

So you better believe a playa like me, gon shine indeed

TV’s I customize, gotta stay on a constant grind

Er’body trying to hold me down but it’s my time to shine, so I gotta get out

and get mine

Ery’body wanna be down, but where you motherfuckers at when I ain’t even have a

dime

In my fifth when I come around it’s gon four rise, so let my top down on my way

to Chi-Town

Acting bad on Southside, fuck with 4's so I can calm my nerves down

Hop to Mars and we gon ride out, got a couple Glocks it’s more than one dot

When I ride the block you hear chop-chop-chop, but it’s 'fore I’m rude sideways

in a drop

I got too many bops up on my jock, we six cars deep over at iHop it don’t stop

Say flip out on the grind and drop the top, swang down on glass crawl up the

block

Had to cock the Glock make the ass end hop, with a magic wand and put locks on

blocks

Two by the pine jump on my grind, make my money when I lead my line

Whip the grain I’ll remain the same, but I’m two piece Gucci tailor made down

Candy red stains on they brain, better turn your head cause I hog my lane

Calculators and Internet, I swang on glass and squash the plex

Lil' Kendro is in the trunk, ride thoed and crank it up

Throw the deuce and raise it up, body rock and blaze it up

Coming through in a big body, we swang the block and chopping like karate

In a Mazratti when I drop the top the screens fall, I steady be shining

Everybody wanna meet the thugs, that came on from the ground on up

And I remember they just skip in the club

And now we up in a hot tub and now we sipping on mud

Do you like the marble on my flo'

This here body cost 50 G’s for the pictures on my wall

You like the chandaleers up in my hall

And everytime I do a show, everybody stand up and applaud

Cause I’m a playa that was born to ball

They checking the ice and they wanna start pricing it

Because they think, I got the nicest wrist

But when I step in the do' I be breaking the shows, it’s like the dude who

slicing it

Me and my kinfolk Trae steady blue over grey, Maabing the block on a constant

grind

Tip on the top’s all bubbly and everything is lovely, look we putting it down

Past time to shine for me and my guerillas, Trae and Dougie D in the Escalade

Tipping out on glass blades chopping the block, TV screen for lil' girl Reign