Audio Push – Grits

Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
They said they put us on a black list
Make it hot, stir the grits
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Make it hot, stir the grits
Make it hot, stir the grits
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Your best day my worst day

Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Got it all back there girl
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit
Make it hot, stir the grits
She hit the pole pay the bills

When I go down, do not panic
Now we call that black magic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
[Chorus: Price]
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Couldn’t tell got back in
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
I don’t go to no clubs
Focus in the work place
Gotta be somebody birthday
Make it hot, stir the grits
New sound what now?
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament

Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
Up down, up down
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers

By the time you get it it’s a retro
[Verse 2: Oktane]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Just landed with a fly camera
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Country fried, shake that shit
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
She go up down up down
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Make it hot, stir the grits
Smooth nigga with the best flow
Work them hips, stir them grits
[Verse 1: Price]
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
[Chorus: Price]

I dress like it’s first day
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
[Chorus: Price]
Don’t let it all go to waste
Put it all in my face
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out