Grimey (feat. Beezy2k)

Grimey nigga, stomp him out in some brand new shoes
Imma different typa' nigga, I'm not that dude
Why you sittin' on the block if you not gon shoot?
I just wanna up the score, pocket full of blues
Imma winning typa' nigga, I can never lose
Ion' even want the bitch, the pussy very loose
Which bitch do I want? Play duck-duck-goose
All the homies flippin' hoes, we just pick and choose

Yo bitch hit my phone late-night, she trynna throw sum
Homie got the sprite and the lean, I'm trynna po' sum
I'm like brody gas the whip, I hear the johnny's comin'
But on the opps we up blick, we ain't never runnin'
I was sittin' in them trenches, really came from nothin
And I swear when I get rich, fuckin' hoes in London
Auntie house camera'd up, think we up to somethin'
Free my nigga KD, he sittin in that dungeon
We just dropped another opp, you ain't learn yo lesson
She don't even wanna fuck, she just like my presence
Trynna figure out the drop, they gon keep on guessin'
When we catch the opps lackin', send em to the Heavens
Slidin' in sum hot shit, thuggin' wit the felons
All my niggas really troopin', we be really steppin'
4.5 on my hip, it's a deadly weapon
4.5 on my hip, it's a deadly weapon

Grimey nigga, stomp him out in some brand new shoes
Imma different typa' nigga, I'm not that dude
Why you sittin' on the block if you not gon shoot?
I just wanna up the score, pocket full of blues
Imma winning typa' nigga, I can never lose
Ion' even want the bitch, the pussy very loose
Which bitch do I want? Play duck-duck-goose
All the homies flippin' hoes, we just pick and choose

Blue soles on my feet, I came out steppin'
Really bangin' 6 block, nigga what you reppin?
This is not a regular glock, this a smith & wesson
Tell the bitch throw that neck and bring that check in
Really thuggin' on the east, not the west end
Big chop on my hip, curve his chest in
Fuckin' on the opp bitch, she my best friend
Trynna beat the doonies down, that's the best trend
I ain't need no handout, I did it on my own
Have some shooters in yo crib like it's Home Alone
Quick to air this bitch out like I'm Pat Mahomes
Hollow tips get to bussin', hit em in his dome
In the field late-night, I ain't comin' home
Fucked the bitch too good, she blowin' my phone
Couple rings on my fingers and the shirt VLone
This the real me bitch, this is not a clone

Grimey nigga, stomp him out in some brand new shoes
Imma different typa' nigga, I'm not that dude
Why you sittin' on the block if you not gon shoot?
I just wanna up the score, pocket full of blues
Imma winning typa' nigga, I can never lose
Ion' even want the bitch, the pussy very loose
Which bitch do I want? Play duck-duck-goose
All the homies flippin' hoes, we just pick and choose



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Writer(s): Jayvelle Davis
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