Grim, you killed it
Jumping out the car, DP, he gon' wet you
Throw my dog a bone, bitch, you know he gon' fetch
I get the drop and shoot it up, these niggas ain't on shit
Every time I'm poppin' out with cutters, you know they gon' hit
Lil' body, big shotty, niggas know I tote a stick
When they see me in that hoodie, niggas know they better dip
Tryna spin, come a equipped, it's some demons on the six
Up that glizzy and he ran, only missed him boutta inch
Spinning back-to-back, I'm tryna get him whacked
Roll the windows down on this U7, bitch, I send your ass to heaven
Every time I'm poppin' out, I'm crashing boutta bill
Tryna hype that nigga up, you better tell him, chill
Ain't no SOS, you know we finna take it
The milk I get from Mexico is off, fish scale until I break it
I tried to buy a pint of lean, it had no seal, I told him, shake it
Really get to running down niggas fishin, I don't fake it
Glock without a switch, that nigga basic
Sliding back-to-back, I'm tryna send him to his maker
Hit his blind spot in traffic, it wasn't nothing there to save him
Nigga thought he was a demon, now he one of gods angels
If they live the shit, they rap, then why my hommies still alive
And don't even mention leek, them niggas from another block
You smoking who? You better stop
Have them killers at your top
All that dissing for them views, but he ain't live to see his clout
Shoot a opp in the stomach when I see him
Nigga bleeding on the ground, with god wouldn't wanna be him
Glock with the extended mag, and we quick to shoot at melons
Run up in your trap house, bitch, like, what you selling
Put a coat hanger in my AR pistol, it's a fully
300 black out, I'm quick to whack the biggest bully
Really pressing on my issues, know I'm jumping on they head
All my guns, a machine gun, I pray I don't go fed
I ain't go lie, I might go fed, cause these ain't props
Guess the Jakes was at my door, but I don't answer for no cops
They got questions, I don't got answers
Before I snitch, I'd rather rot
You niggas not gangsta
Them boys will sell they mother out
If I ain't got my mag, I'm trying to stab a nigga up
DP trying to kill something, sometimes he be fishing for a body
This a Glock, it's not a Sig
Trying to pull that f*ck nigga wig
If we don't put one in your head, probably put one in your rib
Probably put one in his limb
F*ck it, put one in his chin
Whoever robbed him was some goofies, I'd a cleaned the nigga crib
All y'all preaching, stop the violence, need to go and grab a blick
Don't give a f*ck about no diamonds, boy, a chain don't make you rich
Boy, that chain don't make you rich, I might just take it
Glock, it got a box, so when I flip it, it might shake
You better pop me in my face, please don't stab me in my back
Chopper know it's on me, bitch, you know I never lack
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Grim, you killed it
Jumping out the car, DP, he gon' wet you
Throw my dog a bone, bitch, you know he gon' fetch
I get the drop and shoot it up, these niggas ain't on shit
Every time I'm poppin' out with cutters, you know they gon' hit
Lil' body, big shotty, niggas know I tote a stick
When they see me in that hoodie, niggas know they better dip
Tryna spin, come a equipped, it's some demons on the six
Up that glizzy and he ran, only missed him boutta inch
Spinning back-to-back, I'm tryna get him whacked
Roll the windows down on this U7, bitch, I send your ass to heaven
Every time I'm poppin' out, I'm crashing boutta bill
Tryna hype that nigga up, you better tell him, chill
Ain't no SOS, you know we finna take it
The milk I get from Mexico is off, fish scale until I break it
I tried to buy a pint of lean, it had no seal, I told him, shake it
Really get to running down niggas fishin, I don't fake it
Glock without a switch, that nigga basic
Sliding back-to-back, I'm tryna send him to his maker
Hit his blind spot in traffic, it wasn't nothing there to save him
Nigga thought he was a demon, now he one of gods angels
If they live the shit, they rap, then why my hommies still alive
And don't even mention leek, them niggas from another block
You smoking who? You better stop
Have them killers at your top
All that dissing for them views, but he ain't live to see his clout
Shoot a opp in the stomach when I see him
Nigga bleeding on the ground, with god wouldn't wanna be him
Glock with the extended mag, and we quick to shoot at melons
Run up in your trap house, bitch, like, what you selling
Put a coat hanger in my AR pistol, it's a fully
300 black out, I'm quick to whack the biggest bully
Really pressing on my issues, know I'm jumping on they head
All my guns, a machine gun, I pray I don't go fed
I ain't go lie, I might go fed, cause these ain't props
Guess the Jakes was at my door, but I don't answer for no cops
They got questions, I don't got answers
Before I snitch, I'd rather rot
You niggas not gangsta
Them boys will sell they mother out
If I ain't got my mag, I'm trying to stab a nigga up
DP trying to kill something, sometimes he be fishing for a body
This a Glock, it's not a Sig
Trying to pull that f*ck nigga wig
If we don't put one in your head, probably put one in your rib
Probably put one in his limb
F*ck it, put one in his chin
Whoever robbed him was some goofies, I'd a cleaned the nigga crib
All y'all preaching, stop the violence, need to go and grab a blick
Don't give a f*ck about no diamonds, boy, a chain don't make you rich
Boy, that chain don't make you rich, I might just take it
Glock, it got a box, so when I flip it, it might shake
You better pop me in my face, please don't stab me in my back
Chopper know it's on me, bitch, you know I never lack
Jumping out the car, DP, he gon' wet you
Throw my dog a bone, bitch, you know he gon' fetch
I get the drop and shoot it up, these niggas ain't on shit
Every time I'm poppin' out with cutters, you know they gon' hit
Lil' body, big shotty, niggas know I tote a stick
When they see me in that hoodie, niggas know they better dip
Tryna spin, come a equipped, it's some demons on the six
Up that glizzy and he ran, only missed him boutta inch
Spinning back-to-back, I'm tryna get him whacked
Roll the windows down on this U7, bitch, I send your ass to heaven
Every time I'm poppin' out, I'm crashing boutta bill
Tryna hype that nigga up, you better tell him, chill
Ain't no SOS, you know we finna take it
The milk I get from Mexico is off, fish scale until I break it
I tried to buy a pint of lean, it had no seal, I told him, shake it
Really get to running down niggas fishin, I don't fake it
Glock without a switch, that nigga basic
Sliding back-to-back, I'm tryna send him to his maker
Hit his blind spot in traffic, it wasn't nothing there to save him
Nigga thought he was a demon, now he one of gods angels
If they live the shit, they rap, then why my hommies still alive
And don't even mention leek, them niggas from another block
You smoking who? You better stop
Have them killers at your top
All that dissing for them views, but he ain't live to see his clout
Shoot a opp in the stomach when I see him
Nigga bleeding on the ground, with god wouldn't wanna be him
Glock with the extended mag, and we quick to shoot at melons
Run up in your trap house, bitch, like, what you selling
Put a coat hanger in my AR pistol, it's a fully
300 black out, I'm quick to whack the biggest bully
Really pressing on my issues, know I'm jumping on they head
All my guns, a machine gun, I pray I don't go fed
I ain't go lie, I might go fed, cause these ain't props
Guess the Jakes was at my door, but I don't answer for no cops
They got questions, I don't got answers
Before I snitch, I'd rather rot
You niggas not gangsta
Them boys will sell they mother out
If I ain't got my mag, I'm trying to stab a nigga up
DP trying to kill something, sometimes he be fishing for a body
This a Glock, it's not a Sig
Trying to pull that f*ck nigga wig
If we don't put one in your head, probably put one in your rib
Probably put one in his limb
F*ck it, put one in his chin
Whoever robbed him was some goofies, I'd a cleaned the nigga crib
All y'all preaching, stop the violence, need to go and grab a blick
Don't give a f*ck about no diamonds, boy, a chain don't make you rich
Boy, that chain don't make you rich, I might just take it
Glock, it got a box, so when I flip it, it might shake
You better pop me in my face, please don't stab me in my back
Chopper know it's on me, bitch, you know I never lack
Writer: Devon Cousins
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