90 Day Grind lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
I'm on a n— yeah, b*tch (Nito, what up, my n*gga?)
YSR, n*gga, Yung Sak Runner sh*t
YSR
Yeah, you know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
YSR, Yung Sak Runner sh*t, free the gang, n*gga
Ah (Nito)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'm on a ninety-day grind, f*ck shoppin' at Neiman's (f*ck shoppin')
I'm in a f*ckin' Hellcat, but I'm ridin' with demons (I'm ridin' in Demons)
We know we popped that n*gga up 'cause we heard him screamin' (Heard him screamin')
Soon as we leave the O, then we goin' to Phoenix (Goin' to Phoenix)
Why the f*ck you wife that b*tch? She be eatin' semen (She be eatin' di*k)
If she a real-ass b*tch, she get еvery semen (Shе get every one)
A n*gga play, he gettin' killed, send his ass to Jesus (Sent his ass to Jesus)
That money got me gettin' fat like that n*gga P (sh*t)
I'm a motherf*ckin' trapper like that n*gga Jeezy (I'm a trapper)
You better take that gun from him, he ain't even squeeze it (Mm)
You know a n*gga had it hard, but I made it look easy (Made it look easy)
Shootin' dice in a basement with lil' Beezy (sh*t)
She a fool with that head, she a headhunter (She a headhunter)
I'll never tell on gang, I am not no Gunna (I am not Gunna)
You ain't tough, lil' n*gga, you just a store runner (You's a store runner)
If the police catch you up, you better not say nothin' (You better not say sh*t)
[Verse 2: Dope Donny]
Get that bag, that's that blueprint
I can't hang with no new n*ggas 'cause they too sketch (Nah)
Lately, I been makin' all the calls, I'm the new ref (What?)
Trap Talk music make a n*gga wanna two-step
Had to slow it down, I ain't tryna catch a fed case
n*gga walk around with all that money, call it dead weight
Beam on a pole turn a n*gga to a redface (Boom-boom-boom)
b*tch, I'm in love with the money, [?]
Taxin' for the Wock' in the north, had to hit the south (Hit the south)
'Member all them b*tches tried to play me like a slouch (Woo)
Know they want a n*gga, she can't even buy a couch (Woo)
One pair of kicks can pay the rent up on your house, ayy
Charger in the [?], I'm in traffic with the Bimmer (The Bimmer)
n*gga tried to run down, I shot him in his femur (Ooh)
Boss a b*tch up, I done turned her to a creamer (Woo)
Hit her from the back and I'ma stuff her like a zinger (Nito)

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
We OT, I think my b*tch irritated, I ain't bring her
Put my phone on do not disturb and turned off the ringer
It be drama, got b*tches fightin', feel like Jerry Springer
Couldn't tell if the drank was real, I threw it in the freezer
Police come around askin' questions, act like I just caught amnesia
Gotta be plugged in with me if I look out for a feature
Givin' lessons how to grind hard, I'm consultin', I'm the teacher
[?], repent for my sins, my old fiend was a preacher
I been searchin' for a new plug anywhere to get it cheaper
You don't see it on me, then it's close, it's probably meant for me to leave it
n*gga play, I'ma leave his brains on the cement
The reason I ain't got no kids, b*tches always swallow semen
Lookin' at me in my eyes while she suck it, she a demon
Anything that come out my mouth I either did or I seen it
I'll throw all this sh*t away over my family and I mean it
n*ggas D-I-E, f*ck tit-for-tat or gettin' even (Yeah, come on, Bankroll)
[Verse 4: Bankroll Dilu]
Six months straight stackin' up, I'm finna touch a ticket (Right now)
How you slap the bag out and you ain't got no ticket? (Yeah)
Stay down and stack my sh*t up and then come through trippin' (Come on)
If you don't got no bag, b*tch, better keep your distance (b*tch)
And if we get the drop, b*tch, then we finna squeeze it (Fah-fah-fah)
We don't do no rentin', I don't need no rooms, b*tch, I'm finna use the kitchen (Yeah)
And I could spent your stash, b*tch, and it ain't make a dent (Come on)
I'm in the booth with a double cup, b*tch, this sh*t cost your rent (Right now)
I hit the mall with racks on me, this sh*t gettin' spent (b*tch)
Drop on an opp, best believe this sh*t gettin' spinned (Pop-pop-pop)
I got a mini Drac' in the booth with me, this b*tch cost a bid (Right now)
And I'ma see this sh*t through, I'm talkin' start to end (Come on)
Why you got a Glock on your hip and ain't poppin' sh*t? (Baow-baow-baow)
I got 7.62s in the Drac', this b*tch stop a whip (Come on)
Please don't hit my phone, b*tch, if you ain't coppin' sh*t (Yeah)
And if you really gettin' pape', you gotta drop a kit (Come on)
I see the main ones tryna talk down ain't got a pot to p*ss
And I'm a star in real life, ain't gotta take no pic
b*tch, come on, Bankroll