Grim

It's the grim reaper...
Ah haaaa(run boy run)

I've never been the fing shooter,
But I know ns who would do you for a couple figures.
Liquor heads steady puffing on that nicotine,
Paid the snitch who took you out, he was part of your team.
It's Grim,
When you know the reapers out to get ya!
Repercussions of fucking up with a real na
And all I see is body bags
Name a bad bh, I'll body that,
Have her screaming Yung drug
Like she on my track,
When she hit play,
Never skip till she replay,
Then I eject, leave her wet, no respect.(haha)
And shawty you know that am about my paper,
Haters came with the game but you can tell this ns a player.(haha)
(Ehen!)
You don fd up now boy(walahi)
Crossed the line now they Gon have to catch your body(Tu Tu Tu Tu)
You be talking like you know the streets,
In the hood you wouldn't last one week.(weak)
Py ass hs
F boys running on tippy toes(Tu Tu Tu Tu)
Like ballet bs, your a been exposed.
No homo I love my h(ma h)
I'd love more h (more h)
So I take your h(your h)
With a couple O's...
That's grim, (that's grim)
That's grim (yeah)
Uhuh.yh. This is scandalous...
Grim!!

Get money
F, f bh get money
F,bs get money
F F bs, get get get money!
F bs, get money,
F bs get money,
F bs, get money,
F bs, get money,
Get money, f bs,
Get money, f bs,
Get money, f bs,
Get money, f bs,
Get money, f bs
Yeah

Messy sounds, Robinsky of life
RMRB

A yo! Yo!
Where ma money at men
Where my money at men
Sh*t grim.



Credits
Writer(s): Ayodapo Akinmarin
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