Grind Time Lyrics – Lil Baby

Read the full Grind Time lyrics by Lil Baby from the album Il Caos Parte 1 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Grind time, I’m tryna get it, the summer coming up
N!ggas hating, holding nuts, I tried to show ’em love
Baby Gangsta called to check on me, that’s like my real blood
I’m rich for real and he ain’t ask for nothing and I owe him a dub
You done turned a band into like seventy grand, you really hustling
Oh, you want the Wham? Just hit Lil Dann, you know we really cousins
I been going to jail since I was twelve, you know it’s really fu*k 12
All I need a phone and me a Glock, I can make anything sell
Cradle to the grave, me and my n!ggas, I know they never gon’ tell
Brodie got a bond for six million, well, he ’bout to make bail
Really had to box n!ggas, shot n!ggas, I done made it through hell

I’m from where ain’t nowhere to go, but we out here selling yayo
In the class at Harvard, when I’m done, I’m going to enroll at Yale
Tighten up my brand on these n!ggas, I’m really smart, for real
I do what I want when I want to like I ain’t got a deal
They want me to drop a new album, like come with twenty million
These n!ggas imposters, they copy me I’m the real, real one
Think these n!ggas came out my nuts or something that’s my lil’, lil’ one
Supposed to be somewhere probably stuck or something, boy, I know I’m lucky
Went from watching n!ggas like El Chapo, now it’s Warren Buffett

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Yeah, we was taught don’t never go for nothing, I got lit from hustling
I got lit from hustling, I got lit from hustling
We was taught don’t never go for nothing, I got lit from hustling
I got lit from hustling, I got lit from hu—
We was taught don’t never go for nothing, I got lit from hustling
I got lit from hustling, I got lit from—
We was taught don’t never go for nothing, I got lit from hustling
I got lit from hustling, I got lit from hustling

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Real trapper, anything that’s under the sun gets sold like Devin Booker
M-I-A with a NBA n!gga b!tch, I’m lit as Jimmy Butler
I will not get him no lawyer, he ain’t kept it solid, that go for any brother
Got smoked across the street, s*it got too deep, we stepping on each other

I ain’t even call back, she ain’t even all that
Left her with her clothes off right at the Four Seasons, then I fall back
Lil’ bitty ass n!gga hating, that s*it don’t get to me, lil’ bro
Got more kicks than UFC, we done made history off a ‘bow
Been 4 Pockets, Can’t Be Fu*ked With, our team
Maybach, TrackHawk, Demon, RedEye, Visine
Chrome Hearts, Marni, Virgil, Louis, got them
And he got VVSs with them lab diamonds, he got scammed
I done spent this s*it in a day, what you got in your life savings
You made a loaf off selling coke, this s*it here tan as a white lady
They used to be, ten years from now, we still gon’ ball like a white baby
If I ain’t make it, take me to the bricks, I’m going back to the basics

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Yeah, we was taught don’t never go for nothing, I got lit from hustling
I got lit from hustling, I got lit from hustling
We was taught don’t never go for nothing, I got lit from hustling
I got lit from hustling, I got lit from hu—
We was taught don’t never go for nothing, I got lit from hustling
I got lit from hustling, I got lit from—
We was taught don’t never go for nothing, I got lit from hustling
I got lit from hustling, I got lit from hustling