[Hook]
I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack
.45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this shit slap
[Verse 1 - 30 Deep Grimeyy]
We in traffic 'bout 4 deep, me, DP, Ronnie (?) and Lil Urs (?)
Heard the sirens, pulled my seat up, pumped the break and switched the gears
They rapper dead, they talk that talk ain't walk that walk now they in tears
What you see I see a killer when I look up in the mirror
Screaming "Free my grimy crips"
I fill my .40 with zombie tips
I remember that Abercrombie Fitch
Now I mix and match designer shit
Overseas I'm eating the finest dish
Down south I be fucking the finest bitch
Sneak dissing, that shit got 5 and them hit
Pillow talking, that shit got 5 and them killed
Them niggas don't push, they hide and shit
I put my phone on silent bitch
Private jet eating steak with the pilot bitch
Bitch your breath stink need Trident bitch
Ain't one of the opps? Don't try that shit
Dirty sprite with the rice eating Thai and shit
Through the opps tryna conquer and divide they shit
Lawyer, money, and the blicks, I supply that shit
I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack
.45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this shit slap
[Verse 1 - 30 Deep Grimeyy]
We in traffic 'bout 4 deep, me, DP, Ronnie (?) and Lil Urs (?)
Heard the sirens, pulled my seat up, pumped the break and switched the gears
They rapper dead, they talk that talk ain't walk that walk now they in tears
What you see I see a killer when I look up in the mirror
Screaming "Free my grimy crips"
I fill my .40 with zombie tips
I remember that Abercrombie Fitch
Now I mix and match designer shit
Overseas I'm eating the finest dish
Down south I be fucking the finest bitch
Sneak dissing, that shit got 5 and them hit
Pillow talking, that shit got 5 and them killed
Them niggas don't push, they hide and shit
I put my phone on silent bitch
Private jet eating steak with the pilot bitch
Bitch your breath stink need Trident bitch
Ain't one of the opps? Don't try that shit
Dirty sprite with the rice eating Thai and shit
Through the opps tryna conquer and divide they shit
Lawyer, money, and the blicks, I supply that shit
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