Too Grimey for the Radio
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So what I'm here too
So what do you mean, who you with?
Who you think I'm with?
I think they scared of us, the black terrorist
Rollie wrist, bitch what you staring at?
They said you only getting one shot so take advantage
Fact the van was black
We used to slide and let the hammers clap
They said that nigga wanna squash beef, where his hammer at?
I didn't blink 'fore I reached for my strap
Niggas be tripping, don't know why he came through slipping
A month went by before they noticed he was missing
We the crack lords counting C-Notes up in the Bentley
It's paid in full, niggas know we run they neighborhoods
Knock ya teeth out ya mouth with the Draco wood
Most of these niggas broke, they just playing good
Yo, niggas be talking 'til spray in they hood
Lay in your bush, one shot you getting cooked
You broke, so that's how you know this ain't a jooks
Plus it's money on ya head so look, just know ya ass is booked
See I been serving, I don't got much time for splurging
My circle full of niggas that I really play the curb with
I stack my paper, got faces just as great as the earth is
They ain't think it was possible until we broke the surface
Rocking Carmines and Carmines
Splashed up artichoke juice upon my suede
Fuck it I stay paid
Hammers hidden on my person, keep a blade
It's getting chilly so we headed out today
Versace frames, transition lenses
Getting bored counting money so we crash different Benzes
Fuck it, insurance will cover that
The kid's not mine, I was rocking a rubber hat
These hood bitches talking 'bout they 'bout they bag
You just a bag lady, get up out that nigga's path
Nomads that lick gonads could never G us
Fuck jail, we got bail so we could free us
You can't fuck with me lord, your tape average
I'm wavy like the Drake passage with no baggage
Codename: Lauren Dash, you looking at a gold mine
I just bought a new crib off of some old crime, uh