Custom Made Gangstas - Still Grindin' lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, this is a Sean Blaze production I would like to introduce myself, Ill Tactics AKA Conundrum, what you know about that grind shuffle on Grind homie grind, you bout to learn though sh** let's take it to the dance flo', to the streets [Hook] This for the corners, where them G's standing on (still grinding) This for the women, trying to make it on they own (still grinding) This for my dogs on the block, day and night (still grinding) Getting feddy in they zone, (don't stop) keep it moving Let me, see if you could grind it out Let me, see if you could grind it out Let me, see if you could grind it out (don't stop) keep it moving, grind homie grind [Ill Tactics] Blue and yellow appearal, I bang like a gavel Have you around mo' shells, than a sand castle I'm so sick, I belong to drama E.R Got a lil' rock, and I don't mean Arkansas Boys on the block, fronting like they getting loot Just a cla** act, like Dancan Pendahue I take your broad, and make her hide the crack in her tits Officer don't rat, my hoe hook him up with clit So think bright, take the word justice Lit up between the T and the I, it's spells just ice I melt through it, the law not above me Rock-a-by baby, I'm pulling up like Huggins yeah The grind I'm in, yeah they try to knock it And take me out my crib, like Ellian Gonzalez But I'm so solid, I'm hardcore thugging F' the shot clock, we shoot after the buzzer [Hook] [Ill Tactics] I hit I-10, then I spin and I spun Riding shotgun, with Lil' Keke the Don Purp in my lungs, trunk full of yay It can't be scene, like Nadaline Halloway Drop a order off, then I swerve in another state Night time come, pull a dime then I fornicate f** then wake up, before the mack swear house Guessing what's next, inside of Sean Blaze loft Looking out, from a balcony view Got the city in my eyes, with my drumline crew It's nothing, to be put to rest And he ever snitch sleeping, like his alarm clock wasn't set The strongest, came up from bony to chubby To obese, from famously displaying my gully You reach I'm so out of, you need mo' extension Then try to boss up, I grind for the dollar partna [Hook] [Ill Tactics] I rep that Beaumont, please do not stunt Got a handheld throw away, you do not want Scrilla on my mind, I ain't hesitant to get it Let me go on hop into it, like a cricket Zigging and zagging, dipping and dab it Whipping up batches, pitch it to addicts I G-R-I-N-D, for my family yeah I'm street smart, so it all come in handy boy Get low, grind shuffle on Hit the flo', and grind shuffle on (grind homie grind) Mean mugging, grind shuffle on Tie it up, and grind shuffle on (grind homie grind) Chunk up your set, and grind shuffle on Take off your shirt and grind shuffle on, (grind homie grind) Jump in the crowd, grind shuffle on Put your middle fingers up, and grind shuffle on (grind homie grind) [Hook] (*talking*) When I'm stepping out, I'm looking clean Yellow and blue gill on, cause it make green It's your boy, what up Keke Holla at your n***a man, yeah got it on lock right now 4-0-9, representing to the fullest The Gold Triangle in the house, understand the movement Relentless Entertainment, Sean Blaze Let me remind you, this is a Grease Monkeys production mayn It's so sincerious, (yes sir we back)