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In Loving Memory
30 Deep Grimeyy
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NWM Cee Murdaa
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Hahaha (It's a Wayne beat)
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God (I do)
You know it (Is this K Dinero?)
Brr, bah
It's a (Helluva beat, baby, I am)
My blood cousin gon' feel it, play with
Grime, he must forgot we Crip (For real)
Banana buns and biscuits, ride with fifties
When we in your city (Bah, bah, bah)
No security with me, up this glizzy, it take care of business (I am)
Thought we was done spinning, double back
Now he in loving memories (Skrrt, skrrt)
Why you rap 'bout killing, bitch? 'Cause
That's the way I'm fucking living (I do)
Why you screaming, "Fuck 'em," bitch? 'Cause
That's the way I'm fucking feeling (You know it)
Did you grill his homie? Nope, DP was
Cooking in the kitchen (Brrt, boom)
Dipped this clip in honey, it's a hundred
Hit these bitches' thickens (Come here)
Niggas say it ain't no beef but throwing slick shots every day (Brrt)
I'm 6'2", bitch, I'm GDK, cracking fours and I'm slamming Wraiths
When I buckshot, hella stuff hit him
His mailbox and his gate (Bah, bah, bah)
Want me to trade my fully? Swisha got me that just for the eight
He tried to run, he overdone, I cooked him with his bean (Brrt)
I pull up on the dub like, "Where
Lil Trap? Heard he say he smoke Neim"
My money talk from serving Chris Tucker and serving Charlie Sheen
Got on his bumper, caught him walking
He forgot his Swisher Sweets (Let's go)
Niggas shooting, ain't get a dollar
Boy, change your name to "No Guala"
Playing with your nose, ain't a Bugatti, change your name to "Impala"
Headshot when we spot him, legs locked when we drop him
Niggas was seven when JD died but out here saying they shot him
Green or red dot, I got options (I do)
, I can Drac' him or can Glock him
Niggas play that I hawked him down
Tried to play possum, still rockin'
Don't bother me, won't play no games with you
I am), I ain't got nothing to say to you (I don't)
I gotta play gang, '82, same twos, ADW
My blood cousin gon' feel it, play with
Grime, he must forgot we Crip (For real)
Banana buns and biscuits, ride with fifties
When we in your city (Bah, bah, bah)
No security with me, up this glizzy, it take care of business (I am)
Thought we was done spinning, double back
Now he in loving memories (Skrrt, skrrt)
Why you rap 'bout killing, bitch? 'Cause
That's the way I'm fucking living (I do)
Why you screaming, "Fuck 'em," bitch? 'Cause
That's the way I'm fucking feeling (You know it)
Did you grill his homie? Nope, DP was
Cooking in the kitchen (Brrt, boom)
Dipped this clip in honey, it's a hundred
Hit these bitches' thickens (Come here)
Why you steady cracking twos? Just
Tell the truth, he took your thumper
I'll double-cross my cousin 'bout this shit that's on my stomach
STL like NBA, this shit the playoffs in the summer
Truth be told, I hit they block with thirty-plus and had 'em running
Pistol keep that RKO, I'm still a stone-cold stunner
And fuck my ex, I cut her off, that bitch a stone-cold runner
Three niggas dissed me, now they dead
I call 'em Dumb, Dumb, and Dumber
Twenty-four and DP Glocky, slimy shit, I like 'em mumble
Pay your bills, get a job, stay out the booth and quit the rapping
Who you kill? Who you scribe? Who you shoot? Bitch, quit the capping
They performing, we gon' pull up to they show and get to clapping
Catch a flight out to Kentucky just to duck off in a cabin
If you a rat, that shit ain't valid
All that street shit turn to ashes
Caught him walking out of Neimans
Risked his life just for some fashion
Murda creep right from the side and put that forty to his glasses
Ain't see it coming, got to thumping, left that pussy nigga gasping
My blood cousin gon' feel it, play with
Grime, he must forgot we Crip (For real)
Banana buns and biscuits, ride with fifties
When we in your city (Bah, bah, bah)
No security with me, up this glizzy, it take care of business (I am)
Thought we was done spinning, double back
Now he in loving memories (Skrrt, skrrt)
Why you rap 'bout killing, bitch? 'Cause
That's the way I'm fucking living (I do)
Why you screaming, "Fuck 'em," bitch? 'Cause
That's the way I'm fucking feeling (You know it)
Did you grill his homie? Nope, DP was
Cooking in the kitchen (Brrt, boom)
Dipped this clip in honey, it's a hundred
Hit these bitches' thickens (Come here)
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