Self Employed lyrics

[Intro]
Grim, this sh*t hard as f*ck
(Grimlin)
Grim got this sh*t poppin' (Yeah)
Slatt (Slatt)

[Chorus]
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*tches 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

[Verse 1]
I ain't worry 'bout gettin' laid, I f*ck b*tches 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 n*ggas can't play with me ('Miri)
These n*ggas talkin' on Instagram, they really scared of me (They pus*y)
I would’ve had Mexico chop your head off and bring it back to me
So y'all n*ggas so lucky (You lucky)
Yeah, you know I f*cked your ho, so I know why you muggin'
Yeah, that throat was super deep and that pus*y was bustin' (I'm tellin' you)
Tryna make money while I'm sleep, yeah, that's my type of hustle (sh*t)
[Chorus]
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*tches 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

[Verse 2]
Yeah, my old school got racing tires, it's American muscle (American muscle)
I ran this water by G Diamonds, that's my motherf*ckin' 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*ck with y'all lil' n*ggas, 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
[Chorus]
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*tches 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