great track! released 2014 but was originally created 2013. Lyrics by Ryan Gentrup Appears On Quarter Moon? I think?
hiphop
rap
falsetto
Story behind the song
Just a dope ass beat, I wanted to go hard on it.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Puerto Rican summer on a beach with the bitches,
Ice cold drinks with the boys we sippin,
Sippin on Coronas why these hoes straight trippin,
You aint eva met a crazy motherfucka like me,
Two seater all black Beamer Mini Coop,
Smack the mack up out these hoes,
Like Obama did the troops, (Saying how poorly treated our troops were under Obama)
Im on fire, yall tired,
Im fresh as fuck
And you expired,
Lookin bad boy fresh thats right rewired,
I aint gotta prove shit too you lame as marks
Running up on a motherfucka and best believe Im smart,
No contract bitch imma sign myself,
And when I do, thats a legend to tell,
You other ugly dope tweakin hard headed dumb fucks,
Criticize my shit, when you in the same spot,
Yall failed just admit it, margaritas on the rocks,
I be minding my own business watching record labels drop,
(Chorus) - singing
And you will never see me come down till I die,
Youll never in your life not see me fly,
Try to stay on top, until the ocean dries,
And thats my business so dont ask why
Take a vaca to Paris, then back to Pompaii,
Workin till I die yea I need to get away,
Working on the other side I need to get away,
I deserve it more then anything,
I need to get away,
Verse 2
Its so simple, im working
Im always working relentless,
Its like Im programmed just to grind,
And say fuck yo business
Yall photoshopped,
Cant even paint the picture,
Head up to the Marriott
And eat yo main bitch for dinner,
Homie Pabs said I couldnt kill this beat, this a massacre,
And all these fake homies aint fresh they standard,
Know that Karmas a bitch so I dont seek vengeance,
Unless I gotta smack these hoes straight stupid,
Yea Im grinding like I need to see the dentist,
Homicidal lyrics are what got me sentence (false statement, also lyrics meaning homicidal words)
Im a boss Im a beast,
Now drop to your knees,
Get a taste of this reality
Before it all leaves,
Its so complicated to you
Slow ass, over the top,
Bangin like you hard as fuck,
But really your not?
Your output Im input,
Mobbin like a crook,
And my bitch aint takin inches
Dude shes takin it by the foot,
Chorus-
Verse 3
And aint nobody telling me nothin,
Ballin out the basement bumpin,
With a pretty Latina sippin on that Aquafina
And we both in the kitchen just fuckin,
I know these hoes aint loyal,
But neither am I?
Im saving all that romance
for a real wife,
But until then I grind,
Grind like a giant,
My heart is made of Teflon,
And these bitches made of Iron,
(And its not easy)
To explain how I do it,
But I do it so listen,
Aint fuckin with these bitches,
Your ex man a punk,
He need to get dropped
Imma be blunt,
You know you miss this fuck,
Take the D for good luck
And dont ask why,
I know that shit was fun
Girl I know I make you cum
But I gotta say goodbye to ya girl.
Chorus-
Written By Ryan Gentrup (2013)