[Intro: 30 Deep Grimeyy]
Grimeyy
Bitch
Tell what you see when you look me in my
What?
Grimeyy
[Verse 1: 30 Deep Grimeyy]
Tell what you see when you look me in my eyes, nigga
Long live Freak, free his killer and the guys, nigga
Everyday I eat, sleep, shit, with my fire, nigga
Fifty years old still trappin', ain't you tired, nigga?
Hundred K or better when we talkin' on them phones, boy
Better call up Mike or hit up Track, you want a song, boy
Had to block a opp, that nigga asked who killed his homeboy
Judge gave me bond, thirty K, I came home, boy
I got killers in the O and I got killers in Jamaica
Caught a high speed in Chicago, I had Boss Top take 'em
I got 30 Deep behind me screaming, "As-salāmu ʿalaykum"
Catch a nigga from the other side and we gon' have to bake him
All my niggas with the shits
Uh, pull up, let it hit
Nah, I'm just playing, ha-ha-ha-ha
[Verse 2: Prince Dre]
I want all the smoke like Newports short, no longs
Probably have more choppas then Osama and my mommy know
I've been runnin' wild through the trenches since a snotty nose
I got ties with all the killers, cities, states, and cross the coast
Do dirt all by my lonely, don't need no entourage
Probably wearin' all black, can catch me up in camouflage
Sneakin' up, creepin' through your bushes, got my heat out
Lil' shawty know what we about
V's up for V.Roy, GTA, that's get that ass
So when I see lil' shawty, know what I'ma do, get that ass
That's why I gotta keep a mask
Squeeze a Glock, we don't do beatbox, watch your speaker knock
Proceed with caution, run up, you'll get lost, with Jesus taking walks
Ayy, I ain't with that sliding shit
Know I'm shiesty, I'm a gangster, I'm front door with that iron, bitch
Tell these rappers stop that lying shit
I be really in the trenches, state to state, I'm front line with it
All through the Lou'
Philly, NOLA too
I caught cases with my Haitian partner, he from out Little Haiti
Free them guys out them cells fighting murder home invasions
Solo through the murder, cops told him I'm a shotter
And the jungle be my habitat
Ayy, Hotboii, he on fire, but I'm the hottest boy around
I'm like them soldiers in the Creep, I'm a soldier when I creep
Ayy, used to keep a thirty knee deep, it's grimy in these streets
Whole block behind me, yes, they eat
I'm the prince of drill, they know I be sliding on the beat
[Verse 3: Soulja Creep]
Creep in this bitch, I go dumb on some dumb shit
Redrum, mop top, slump jit
Cook a nigga ass like hot grits, nigga, hot fish
Bro got all them shots in the Benz, he on some hot shit
I'm telling gunner to cool, to chill like I won't pop shit
Chopper start shakin' and quakin', I'm talking rock shit
Make a real mess, I clean it up with these mop sticks
This a young nigga world, it's a young nigga way
I got a hundred K shots on a brand new AK
She an animal, that ho be runnin' wild with it
She hit the weed, she just wanna creak the pine in it
[Verse 4: YNW SmokeDaLoc]
Since a cuddy, know I always kept the Glock (Since a youngin)
I'm taking drugs just to stay up to sell these rocks (Up all night)
Dope boy, I could never punch a clock (Nah)
I've never been a worker, I always been the boss (Head honcho)
I was steady in the trap, I never imagined rapping
Now it's VV's on my neck, in traffic with the ratchet
And if a nigga try to play, we put him in a casket
I fuck with killers, it's one word, they toe-tagging
Body for body, yeah, my niggas down to slime (Down to drill)
Can't go for him, gotta take all on the plane
From county county where they quick to bust your brain
They up the score and niggas dying just for fame
[Verse 5: Hotboii]
Ooh
I done came up on the news
Ever since the first time, I knew that I was smooth
They say boredom make corrupt minds, wasn't having nothing to do
In the field, made it through dirt mines, and luckily, I blew
I just know they hate I'm getting money
When money talk, these broke niggas be trying to switch the subject
Don't get me wrong, I'm in the paint like Vince Carter
I could never fuck a bitch who hate a condom
Because all these hoes like a fee, we just paint 'em, we don't claim 'em
Glizzy with a switch, I make automatic bangers
Moncler and a mink-clair, run your racks up
Engine in the trunk, thought I was driving, this bitch backwards
But I was wrong
The ones I never thought, they switched the most
How you know the feds listening, talk spinning on the phone?
I'm too player for IG, I can't like no pic'
And too player for a ring, I can't wife no bitch
