Effortless lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn it, Homie, I'm comin' up)

[Verse 1: ATM Alee]
I'm higher than a plane, first-class, you n*ggas flyin' Spirit
b*tch brought the bands back, I went straight to Gary
n*ggas ain't gon' slide on sh*t 'cause they too scary
Lookin' for my n*gga Rick, I need some more cherry
In the D lookin' for some 'za, let me call Barry
Chrome Heart, but my pants made by Amiri
Bookbag on 'cause the money, I couldn't even carry it
If my n*gga got some drank, guarantee he sharin' it
First gun that I ever got, I really had to cherish it
I used to rock big clothes, man, that sh*t embarassin'
Walk around with a big knot, man, this sh*t hilarious
Every time you hear me cough, then I need my medicine
Get a n*gga ass stretched quick, now he need an ambulance
Hit the drank with some sh*t, you can't even smell it
Dog got stuck with some 'bows, he can't even sell it
Up a roll on them hoes, hell yeah, I'm selfish
Got a Gucci bubble coat on with the big letters
I'll pull the car out right now, it's a b*tch catcher
Five-sixes left a n*gga like a bench-presser
If the whip don't get attention, bet the kit catch her
f*ck around and drink the whole pint, we ain't even measure
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
f*ck this n*gga b*tch, I think he kinda knew, but he could never catch her
When I get this 'za in, ain't gotta smell it 'cause it's always pressure
It's a lick on the floor, I had to think like it's now or never
Drink a pint of Akorn, but the Hi-Tech and Quali' be better
Michigan weed good, but I f*ck with my plug from Cali 'cause his quality better
You can come and shop, but gotta pull up in a timely matter
Hide the Tris in the Grape Everfresh 'cause you gotta be clever
My n*gga keep f*ckin' up, I keep tellin' him, "You gotta do better"
GrindHard 4 Money a lifestyle, I threw it on the sweater
Took my chain off my neck and pulled them racks out my pocket and threw it on the dresser
n*gga reach for anything, he DOA or leavin' on a stretcher
Poured an eight in one pop in front of my mama, she gave me a lecture
Pourin' out the pint, don't need no bottle, we ain't tryna measure
It's more lean in the pop than the pop, it's gon' taste like medicine
My n*gga caught a body, they dropped all the charges 'cause they ain't have no evidence
b*tch f*cked forty-five n*ggas, now she say she celibate
Lame n*gga tried to diss me for some fame and he still ain't relevant
I grind hard without tryin', man, this sh*t be effortless