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30deep grimeyy
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Mobile King Grimeyy on the beat
Bitch!
Y'all know what the fuck going on, what the fuck wrong nigga
Pistol in this bitch with me
Got my pistol in this bitch with me
On two-crip
I call my ace put on my hoodie made 'em boogie with his strap
I call my ace put on my hoodie made 'em boogie with his
I call my ace put on my hoodie made 'em boogie with his
I call my ace put on my hoodie made 'em boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Russ he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking, wise cracking, put that fully to his back
Think he a boss, he got them cookies, hallo tookie, take his sack
4-5 bullets like a knuckle trying to nuggie all his scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch, I got it out the mud, was eating ramens in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up even the ops know this shit slap
We in traffic about 4 deep, me, Deep, Ronnie and Lil Erv
Heard the sirens pull my seat up, pump the brake and switch the gear
They're rapping death they talk that talk, ain't walk that walk, now they in tiers
What you see I see a killer when I look up in the mirror
Screaming free my Grimey crips, I fill my 40 with zombie tips
I remember that Abercrombie fish, now I mix and match designer shit
Overseas, I'm eating the finest dish, down south I be fucking the finest bitch
Sneak diss next shit got 5 in him hit, pillow talking that shit got 5 in him killed
Them niggas don't push they hiding shit
I put my phone on silent bitch
Probably just eating steak with the pilot bitch
Bitch your breath stink, need Trident bitch
And one of the ops don't try that shit
Them Drac's spray with the rice and tide and shit
Doing the ops trying to conquer and divide they shit
Loya money in the blick, I supply that shit
I call my ace, put on my hoodie, made 'em boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Russ, he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking, wise cracking, put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, hallo tookie, take his sack
4-5 bullets like a knuckle trying to nuggie all his scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramens in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up even the ops know this shit slap
Tossing and turning in my sleep about dead niggas they got blast
Catch an op, put on my hoodie, I ain't got no time for a mask
Ball hogging all them kills, I ain't never throw a pass
I'll never stop for 12, bitch, it's 220 on the dash
They like Grimeyy, you up next
Bitch, I'm up now
STL my city, me and Murda split the crown
You can't beat us, you can't join us, only choice for you to drown
When we was thugging in that field you ain't throw a strike or touch a mound
When we was thugging in that field you ain't make no plays or catch no sack
Every time she throw it back I catch that shit, she make it clap
And we steady dropping diss's 'til we turn them to a pack
Niggas with money 30 deep, bitch that's the gang that's on my back
I call my ace put on my hoodie made 'em boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Russ he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking, wise cracking, put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, hallo tookie, take his sack
4-5 bullets like a knuckle trying to nuggie all his scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch, I got it out the mud, was eating ramens in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up even the ops know this shit slap
Screaming free my Grimey crips
I fill my 40 with zombie tips
I remember that Abercrombie fish
Now I mix and match designer shit