[Chorus]
At least 30 shots flew past my top shit I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face expression keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage bitch I'm just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it's just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain't talk back like Ted
[Verse 1]
When Smokey died my mama criеd she said go get your revеnge
My brother caught 'em in the lane and knocked them down like a pin
Back then was bummy, she ain't want me, now she trynna bump skins
I'm from St. Louis what we slide we don't say spin a bend
Bitch I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Gun a nigga down, watch him fall like a leaf
This shit gon' take some time like a Martin Luther speech
30 Deep the gang, bitch you know I'm Grimeyy Deep
[Chorus]
At least 30 shots flew past my top shit I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face expression keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage bitch I'm just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it's just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain't talk back like Ted
At least 30 shots flew past my top shit I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face expression keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage bitch I'm just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it's just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain't talk back like Ted
[Verse 1]
When Smokey died my mama criеd she said go get your revеnge
My brother caught 'em in the lane and knocked them down like a pin
Back then was bummy, she ain't want me, now she trynna bump skins
I'm from St. Louis what we slide we don't say spin a bend
Bitch I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Gun a nigga down, watch him fall like a leaf
This shit gon' take some time like a Martin Luther speech
30 Deep the gang, bitch you know I'm Grimeyy Deep
[Chorus]
At least 30 shots flew past my top shit I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face expression keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage bitch I'm just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it's just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain't talk back like Ted
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