Grudge Match

Grudge match, you a piece a shit, I'm a scumbag
Yeah, that pussy tried to swing, so I swung back
Bloodbath, I came with a knife and a drum mag
Now it's run, Forrest, run, Forrest, run fast

Grudge match, you a piece a shit, I'm a scumbag
Yeah, that pussy tried to swing, so I swung back
Bloodbath, I came with a knife and a drum mag
Now it's run, Forrest, run, Forrest, run fast

She sucked on my dick til that bitch turned red (ayy)
Money in my pocket, that president dead (whoa)
Bread up on my plate, I just wanna stay fed (yuh)
Fuck up out my way, 'cause I'm 'bouta slay, damn

Boolin' I'm boolin' up at the top (ay-ayy)
Fuckin' with me, I'm 'bouta go pop (ay-ayy)
I don't milly rock on any block (ay ayy)
B-ball I travel, I never flop (ay-ayy)

Damn, I'm only protecting my bands
Opps on the block, and I'm 'bouta make 'em dance
I only got family, I never got a fan
You do it when you need it, bitch, I do it when I can

Fuck with me, lil' shorty lookin' at me
She lovin' me, yeah, I'm ballin' like an athlete
I'm shootin' threes, my enemies could never stand me
I'm stackin' these, you couple up, never at me

Grudge match, you a piece a shit, I'm a scumbag
Yeah, that pussy tried to swing, so I swung back
Bloodbath, I came with a knife and a drum mag
Now it's run, Forrest, run, Forrest, run fast

Grudge match, you a piece a shit, I'm a scumbag
Yeah, that pussy tried to swing, so I swung back
Bloodbath, I came with a knife and a drum mag
Now it's run, Forrest, run, Forrest, run fast

I been in the cut, and my percentage is up
I just went and did the math, and you the silliest fuck
You doin' nothin' with ya life, you get your bread up, boy, it's not hard
Butterfly my knife, you know I swing it like a monarch

Fuck! Wait, ampin' up all the tension, I been fed up!
That girl standing right at attention, the bitch gon' ten (hut!)
Choppa gon' make 'em dance just like he really been in Step Up
And you know the Glock a 17, that's givin a thousand cuts, fuck is up?

Wait, you ain't really popping, seen your numbers, that's a dud
And you know I keep a bunny, my bitch call me Elmer Fudd
Hands blocking face, I just go for the jug
You think your life a movie, the movie a snuff

Grudge match, my boy keep a Tommy, like a Rugrat
Ten toes, leave a couple holes where his lungs at
Fun fact, talkin' hot, I'm stayin' where the suns at
Blow his brains, now his mind on a one track

Grudge match, you a piece a shit, I'm a scumbag
Yeah, that pussy tried to swing, so I swung back
Bloodbath, I came with a knife and a drum mag
Now it's run, Forrest, run, Forrest, run fast

Grudge match, you a piece a shit, I'm a scumbag
Yeah, that pussy tried to swing, so I swung back
Bloodbath, I came with a knife and a drum mag
Now it's run, Forrest, run, Forrest, run fast



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Jacob Matthew Sugars
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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