Lucky Meech - Grindtime lyrics

[Verse] Grindtime f** n***a tryna waste my time Say my name one more time I'll have you on the news at prime time It's wintertime my hands heat This Mayweather put you to sleep On God n***a I f**in preach There's no way you'll smell defeat You f**in weak Haymaker like George Foreman Grill missing a couple teeth Shoulda second guessed for you f**ed with me Now you laying limp talkin to the trees Like Charlie Sheen I'm winning n***a Mike Tyson I'm grinning n***a You came around for that round one Now you on the ground off a one punch Yo hope solo What's the goal n***a Like nah really What's the goal n***a I don't know do you know n***a? I don't know do you know n***a?! I don't slump n***as I slope n***as Drop dead and you roll n***a These fire hands no joke n***a Extinguishing all you f** n***as Run mouth I won't f** witcha Tweet sh** I won't f** witcha Press me in real life n***a I'll have your Mom talkin life with ya [Skit] I ain't never been about this life Yo sh** talking made me think twice One swift fist to your wind pipe Had you begging God for your f**in life Your legs failing like Chris Paul You can't stand go ahead fall You stumbling tryna find a wall Hit so hard you wet your drawers Yo old b**h is mad now Old b**h cuz she mine now You thought you had her locked down She switched up like King James Ubisoft she don't f** with games My hands love taking names Another lame to my repertoire Just another night ain't nothin change Your way home You drake and drive Sitting and wondering why I dropped you with one hit Then left the spot with your b**h Nothing was the same