Sour Patch Brothers 30 Deep Grimeyy & NWM Cee Murdaa

[Intro: 30 Deep Grimeyy]
(PSG)
(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)
(NobleKingAli on the beat)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: 30 Deep Grimeyy]
Don't think shit sweet, 'cause shit ain't sweet, you fuck around and get sticky
He dropped a diss, they masked up and walked him down in Givenchy
Bitch, you ain't ever grabbed a Glock and went to war wit' the city
2013, only sixteen, that's when I copped a P Diddy
I was in traffic 10-5, 'cause I couldn't go out like Biggie
And if they run up in my spot, just know I'm takin' one wit' me
She say she love me, she don't love me, she just love what come wit' me
My niggas pull up pressin' bumpers, they gon' dump 'till it's empty

[Verse 1: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Yeah, they gon' run, whеn we come, my boys gon' dump behind big Murdaa
First I drop fivе, then drop ten, then they make sure they come and burn him
I'm in the hills and think it's good, but I'm still posted wit' a burner
I know what I'm 'posed to do, get in the stu', but totin' a Glock, that shit be urgent
Momma wake up every night thinkin' it's an emergency
Them niggas, they don't love me, not my brothers, had to learn the streets
That shit broke my heart and left it burnt, swear it was first degree
But if nobody never taught you, finally you learned from me