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30 Deep Grimeyy

No Cap 3

 

No Cap 3


What?
Gang!
30!
Grimeyy, Murdaa on this bitch, Murdaa on this bitch
Murdaa!
Bwoh, bwoh, bwoh
Yeah

She gon' suck and fuck the gang, she say all she want is pot
D just walked a nigga down in his new Balenciagas
Why he steady dissing Grimeyy? 'Cause I fucked his baby mama
Niggas need to rap with Maury, I ain't even wear a condom
Pulled up on 'em with them thumpers, niggas nuts went in they stomach
Know I fuck with College Block, have E an' 'em get on yo' bumper
Keep the coochie, Grimeyy Gucci, eat me up until you vomit
Catch a body in my city, hop on a plane and change the climate

Bitch, I still keep me a orange and a blue rag
They yelling out "Dookie," they got Dookie toe-tagged
Pull on yo' block and see you, where is you at?
We'll light you on [?] when we kill or do 'dat
Dissing they home if they like Murdaa rude ass
Penny clapped him but he rolled down too fast
Pulled up the barger, we went and got two Jags
And if we still got that, the dude, we gon' do that

JD and Swisha told me, "Watch 'em," they ain't real as they seem
Bitch, I'm Grimeyy, extra slimy, caught my first at fifteen
I got my lick back 'bout JD and Murdaa got his for Nina
For Valentines my baby mama had bought me a beam
They comparing us to the best, it make me feel like the shit
They wanna' walk up in my shoes, but can't afford or can't fit
We clapping kids and baby mamas, don't get caught in the mix
We dumped his ass on the first, he ain't get found 'till the tenth
Serving grams, these ain't TECs
Wet a nigga 'till he drenched
He got killed, and he got sent
Bitch, I'm Grimeyy like the Grinch
If you want smoke, bitch it's lit
He hard to find, we send a bitch
Bitch, my name [?], call me quick
Pop yo' ass, then I dip

Yeah
No Cap 3, bitch
Free the goofies, RIP the goofies
I wouldn't wanna be the goofies, nigga
Grimeyy!
And my lil' brother Murdaa in this bitch
RIP the gang, free the gang
Niggas wanna be the gang
Code Red!

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