On the Grind lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas you know
b*tch-ass n*ggas

[Verse 1: Traffic]
Traffic, b*tch, I'm on the grind
I ain't got time (I ain't got no time)
You playin' little games and sh*t, blowing up my line (what the f*ck you want?)
Talk about the next b*tch (what?), b*tch you be lyin' (stupid-ass b*tch)
Talk 'bout she called you, (talkin' 'bout she said what?), b*tch you be lyin' (shut up, b*tch)
You see I bought a new Range (you see that)
You see I bought a new chain (you see that)
You see I laced all my kids up, yeah I got some new things (I'm on that)
n*ggas like loose change, pull up all black, n*gga Bruce Wayne (lookin' like Batman)
Hoppin' out with the cape on, n*ggas like, "Yeah I'm safe, homes" (I'm good tho)

[Chorus: Traffic]
b*tch, I push the weight, bi- b*tch I push the weight (I push it, b*tch)
b*tch, I flip the sack, bi- b*tch I be stackin' cake (I be stackin' it up)
b*tch, I'm on the grind, I ain't got time, f*ck what you say (f*ck it)
f*ck all these n*ggas and these b*tches, just let them hate (get it)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
n*ggas know the deal, when the beef cracked off
Hopped out with the ski mask off and the skinnys
Lil Vince don't skateboard no more
Got a black snub nose, gettin' busy, if he
n*ggas get slapped like hoes on strolls
I been ten toes since rent been owed
On Paramount and 64th, go home invading [?]
Then dip like [?] on grandma's stove
My grandma cold, I flashed, they froze
I passed, I glow, they passed, they told
How quick they fold up in that cell
My cell's the same, just call my phone
Folks been makin' plays and sells
I played the game, don't play yourself
Just bang your brains and save yourself
[Chorus: Traffic]
b*tch, I push the weight, bi- b*tch I push the weight (I push it, b*tch)
b*tch, I flip the sack, bi- b*tch I be stackin' cake (I be stackin' it up)
b*tch, I'm on the grind, I ain't got time, f*ck what you say (f*ck it)
And f*ck all these n*ggas and these b*tches, just let them hate (get it)

[Verse 3: Traffic]
I'm on one right now, I ain't sittin' down
My momma keep tellkin me to but the liquor down
Drunk as f*ck how i f*ck on a swisher now
With a bad b*tch yeah its finna go down
I been a n*gga, yeah ten toes down
County jail, n*gga, to the f*ckin' pent house
My momma said, "Don't let nobody in my damn house"
Being hard-headed, I let them all in
She used to come home hot, [?]
What you talkin' 'bout? I'm goin' all in
Michael Phelps flow, n*gga I'm goin' all in
I can do anything, I'm Bo Jackson
From a street gang to the rappin'
Finna make a way, I can make it happen
If you really for action, we can get it crackin'
The K spin around lookin' like Michael Jackson (he, he)

[Chorus: Traffic]
b*tch, I push the weight, bi- b*tch I move the pack (I flipped it, b*tch)
b*tch, I flip the sack, bi- b*tch I be stackin' cake (I'm gettin' the dough)
b*tch, I'm on the grind, I ain't got time, f*ck what you say
And f*ck all these n*ggas and these b*tches, just let them hate (f*ck 'em)
[Outro: Traffic]
b*tch, I alternate, b*tch I cross the state (I'm overseas now)
b*tch, I elevated, b*tch I hella made it, n*ggas hella hated
I ain't trippin', I said let 'em hate, 'cause I'm still goin' to get my cake
Got 'em mad 'cause I'm makin' my moves
I got 'em mad they can't stop my play (just let 'em hate)
(Just let 'em hate, Im gettin' cake
Just let 'em hate, just let 'em hate)