SummerBall/WinterGrind lyrics

[Intro: Peezy]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ayy, Teck, what the f*ck I told you was gon' do when we link up, n*gga?
You n*ggas thought I was playin'
Shh

[Verse 1: Peezy & YG Teck]
Summertime, we ball, wintertime, we grind
Eight of Wocky in my soda, you just sippin' a line
I hit an Instagram model, b*tch was thinkin' she fine
Then I kicked the ho out, she only seen me one time
Shh, she's still bangin' my line
But I'm out here chasin' money, baby, I ain't got time
Hellcats and S-Classes only way that we ride
b*tch, I'm married to the mob, a n*gga play, then he die
Tuh, and I'm still in this sh*t
Wanna hang around me, boy, you gotta have a membership
Hundred million comin', I can feel it with my fingеrtips
Dropped the top down on the Rolls, I'm in hеre finger lickin'
In Miami I'm stuntin', in Virginia I'm hustlin'
Couple hundred thousand dollars, man, that sh*t ain't 'bout nothin'
Get your clique wiped down with one press of a button
Stack me up a couple M's (Sheesh), go invest it in somethin'

[Verse 2: YG Teck]
Huh, get your money up
I'm a six-figure n*gga, that's a hundred-plus
Goin' in a mink truck a n*gga dump at us
Drop C8 on 83, but he cuttin' up
Block on me every day, I'm gettin' heavy pape'
Sprinter outside, they think I got fit in every state
Yeah, get your ho back
Bought a nugget in the club just to blow that
Just bought a scale yesterday, today I broke that
Waitin' for me fall off, n*gga just hope that
Huh, a n*gga steady gettin' it
Buy a b*tch some new titties, I don't like how they sittin'
Got a bricky in the blender, n*gga steady shiftin'
Knockin' jit behind this b*tch and you know I'm hittin' it
That's a half a dough
Got ten in each pocket, let the baggage show
[Verse 3: Peezy]
Bought my b*tch a new Chanel bag and now she ain't mad no more
Told her n*gga show me somethin', he ain't have no more
Put your mans in a wheelchair, he can't ride no more
I'ma get this f*ckin' money 'til I can't grind no more
b*tch, I got a dark past, but I'm shinin', though
You ain't got a Rollie on your wrist? What type of time you on?
I got Percs, X, Molly, weed, what kind of high you want?
Dare a n*gga run off with that cheese and we gon' tie him up

[Verse 4: YG Teck]
n*gga, my phone woke me up, I ain't tired no more
Shoot a n*gga in his tongue, he won't lie no more
Put so much cut up on this dope, he won't buy no more
I f*ck around, buy everything inside the store (Easy)
I be just grabbin' sh*t, I ain't tryin' it on
Louis and Balenci runners, I'm fly as a whore
Stash spot up in the whip right inside the floor
n*gga, your diamonds ain't hittin', what kind of diamonds is yours?