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Grimey Story

 

Grimey Story

(album: 47 Meters Down - 2021)


Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real

This big shit real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy flops, show 'em walking down the Melrose (That's love)
'Member running, jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes

Moncler on me, it was freezing (It was cold though)
Niggas started telling in the precinct (My own bro)
Age of eighteen, was whipping European (I swear)
In the back, Glock with the demon (The demon)
Mama went to parent teacher meetings (At Hillcrest)
Man, my math teacher, she ain't know me (She ain't know Sharc)
Yeah, we like to act up (Yeah), I do math, ho (I do math, nigga)
Bitch, I make the slabs go, I be wearing Raf clothes (Yeah, yeah)
I be ducking task force, auntie at the back door (I love her)
Yeah, we sell it buck naked, in the flame they butt naked
Lil' boy, I'm a loccster, you a jokester
She say her throat hurt, she is not a throat goat (No, no)
Put her in a Uber (The Uber)

Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real

This big shit real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy flops, show 'em walking down the Melrose (That's love)
'Member running, jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes

We screaming "Free Rowdy," he told y'all 'bout computer
Yeah, play a middle man, tryna tax, you get crossed out
Supreme duffle bag, I was walking out the plug house
That statement floating 'round that Instagram, now you ass'ed out
Niggas rob the spot, he ain't do shit, he just got cameras now
Two hundred K bail in the can, you was not there
Nigga talking stupid 'til you throw 'em with the top tier

Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real

This big shit real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy flops, show 'em walking down the Melrose (That's love)
'Member running, jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes

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