[Intro:]
Noblekingali on the beat
Grimeyy (Yeah) I like that, uh huh, I like that, uh huh
'Posed be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name
'Posed be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name
[Chorus]
Ain't no 45 without the 30, get that shit through yo' brain
My blood brother was a killer, now he fucked up his veins
Bought matching guns for my block
Bitch, when the fuck did I change?
If you ain't never whack a opp then how the fuck is you gang?
Cashappin' all the shooters, you ain't sent them a thing
'Posed to be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name (Bitch-ass)
I was chasing at the bag while you was chasing the fame
Catch an opp, whack an opp
You know Grimeyy insane
[Verse 1: Grimeyy]
Got a 9 millimeter in my motherfuckin' coat
Grimey never gave a fuck about a stank-ass ho (Nope)
My brother Cee Murda and its murder what Cee wrote
30 Deep the gang, bitch, a 30 what I tote (What, what)
Yeah, a 30 what I tote
Made this bitch suck my dick until I seen snot bubbles (Eww-)
I don't do the two-step, bitch, I do the Glock shuffle
Don't request no CashApp, bitch, I ain't got no shit for you (Nope)
You was playin' hide-and-seek
I was playin' round with Smith and Wesson's (Boom, boom, boom)
Let it burn just like Usher, bitch, this is my confession
Where yo' ass when I was broke and I was goin' through depression
Ran it up, stay in Miami so I know my ex stressin'
Noblekingali on the beat
Grimeyy (Yeah) I like that, uh huh, I like that, uh huh
'Posed be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name
'Posed be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name
[Chorus]
Ain't no 45 without the 30, get that shit through yo' brain
My blood brother was a killer, now he fucked up his veins
Bought matching guns for my block
Bitch, when the fuck did I change?
If you ain't never whack a opp then how the fuck is you gang?
Cashappin' all the shooters, you ain't sent them a thing
'Posed to be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name (Bitch-ass)
I was chasing at the bag while you was chasing the fame
Catch an opp, whack an opp
You know Grimeyy insane
[Verse 1: Grimeyy]
Got a 9 millimeter in my motherfuckin' coat
Grimey never gave a fuck about a stank-ass ho (Nope)
My brother Cee Murda and its murder what Cee wrote
30 Deep the gang, bitch, a 30 what I tote (What, what)
Yeah, a 30 what I tote
Made this bitch suck my dick until I seen snot bubbles (Eww-)
I don't do the two-step, bitch, I do the Glock shuffle
Don't request no CashApp, bitch, I ain't got no shit for you (Nope)
You was playin' hide-and-seek
I was playin' round with Smith and Wesson's (Boom, boom, boom)
Let it burn just like Usher, bitch, this is my confession
Where yo' ass when I was broke and I was goin' through depression
Ran it up, stay in Miami so I know my ex stressin'
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