Grime Lords
Huh, huh
Get hungry okay
Grime Lords Magnol on the push Miss, yeah
Southwest side y'all
Yeah it beat the ground Lord
Yeah, twist your spine Lord
I dot your mind Lord unplug the cord
I'm a sideboard, huh
Eating rappers like it's lunchtime
Salad with the lime nigga give me mine, yeah tequila too
I give you the poop three through your face nigga see who's who?
Voodoo sauce with the alligator
The truth boil your thoughts like hell's equator, yeah
I'm the eraser Schwarzenegger shit
I'm black don't call me Schwarzenegger, huh
House of daggers I learned to write
I learned to write sharper than a fucking knife
That's on fire from a blacksmith
I poke a bitch cooch like a cactus
Watch the wax drift I got the gun under my watch my skin melt
I leave a pellet in your face say it with grace smell it on the ace
Cause I'm number one you can smell the money
Macumba bun hide it
Shoot you niggas down like a war pilot
John McCain flame reaching for me
Yeah, you couldn't get into my category it's an allegory
Hold the mallet for me, check the ballast homie
Keep the malice on me protect the palace chrome
Dethrone it for atonement
My chrome blown in get serotonin my mom no man is legendary
Drill a hole in your coronary
About that doho Pillsbury, huh
Molotoss toss, obituary bitch you stationary
I'm a fly nigga you state canary
I'm a landslide nigga you play the fairy
I'm sanders with the rock you just smoke it like Barry
These niggas pants tight I laugh like Jim Carrey
Casket berry you must be on them white lines Nick Fairley
My clip sharing on my hips Navy or piston
Who will make you disappear Bison daily
Dispensary scaling yeah
We wheel in the box in 357 with the scope detox
In the top ten shadow box in who locked in
You don't want to really make you topspin
It's my obvious doctrine you must not win
I keep a blunt stuck to my lips my oxygen
Watch a flock win the more stock options
They still trying to sell a verse we gon pass John Stockton
I spell a curse watch the perps on blossom
It's good fella words Tommy Devito with a hot pin
Mailman deliver the top shelf come lock in
Between 700 pounds and 1000 wraps
And dealers come up from London
With what's known as a G Pack
Which will have 1000 pounds worth of wraps in it
And as we're finding now there's quite a lot of class A wraps here
Get hungry okay
Grime Lords Magnol on the push Miss, yeah
Southwest side y'all
Yeah it beat the ground Lord
Yeah, twist your spine Lord
I dot your mind Lord unplug the cord
I'm a sideboard, huh
Eating rappers like it's lunchtime
Salad with the lime nigga give me mine, yeah tequila too
I give you the poop three through your face nigga see who's who?
Voodoo sauce with the alligator
The truth boil your thoughts like hell's equator, yeah
I'm the eraser Schwarzenegger shit
I'm black don't call me Schwarzenegger, huh
House of daggers I learned to write
I learned to write sharper than a fucking knife
That's on fire from a blacksmith
I poke a bitch cooch like a cactus
Watch the wax drift I got the gun under my watch my skin melt
I leave a pellet in your face say it with grace smell it on the ace
Cause I'm number one you can smell the money
Macumba bun hide it
Shoot you niggas down like a war pilot
John McCain flame reaching for me
Yeah, you couldn't get into my category it's an allegory
Hold the mallet for me, check the ballast homie
Keep the malice on me protect the palace chrome
Dethrone it for atonement
My chrome blown in get serotonin my mom no man is legendary
Drill a hole in your coronary
About that doho Pillsbury, huh
Molotoss toss, obituary bitch you stationary
I'm a fly nigga you state canary
I'm a landslide nigga you play the fairy
I'm sanders with the rock you just smoke it like Barry
These niggas pants tight I laugh like Jim Carrey
Casket berry you must be on them white lines Nick Fairley
My clip sharing on my hips Navy or piston
Who will make you disappear Bison daily
Dispensary scaling yeah
We wheel in the box in 357 with the scope detox
In the top ten shadow box in who locked in
You don't want to really make you topspin
It's my obvious doctrine you must not win
I keep a blunt stuck to my lips my oxygen
Watch a flock win the more stock options
They still trying to sell a verse we gon pass John Stockton
I spell a curse watch the perps on blossom
It's good fella words Tommy Devito with a hot pin
Mailman deliver the top shelf come lock in
Between 700 pounds and 1000 wraps
And dealers come up from London
With what's known as a G Pack
Which will have 1000 pounds worth of wraps in it
And as we're finding now there's quite a lot of class A wraps here
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Dante Cross, James Warden Leigh, George Spencer Iii Woods
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