The Greely

Greely

YEAH
YEAH
In the eyes of a witness I'm digging six feet deeper
YEAH
YEAH
Can't spread that rodent illness send em straight to the reaper
Pull up to your place
Shit on your face
It smells right after
Call me the Tokyo Sand Blaster
I jack a lot of cars it ain't what you think
I put a wrap on your car and turn it all pink

I am in
The Greely

Something late goes bump in the night
Feel it crawl up my leg then bam out of sight (Yeah bro?)
Greely greely, came up from behind
Stab him through the back, shot him in his mind (Yump)
Now we out in the getaway car
Gotta make a quick stop shouldn't be very far (Alright)
Who got the food, peppered ham, the salami
What's the point of killing if we aint eating nicely
Got your lawyers with you?
Man we own em all
Who you even got left, your old friend Saul?
Hey officer, no I'm not suspicious
That other guy? Heard he was swimming with the fishes (Ya)

YEAH
YEAH
In the eyes of a witness I'm digging six feet deeper
YEAH
YEAH
Can't spread that rodent illness send em straight to the reaper
Pull up to your place
Shit on your face
It smells right after
Call me the Tokyo Sand Blaster
I jack a lot of cars it ain't what you think
I put a wrap on your car and turn it all pink

I am in
The Greely

Bird shot, fuck that give me buck (Baow!)
Keep things tight around me like a t-shirt tuck (Tuck)
Money going missing
No fund left to trust (Gone)
Turn your 100 bands
To my million (Mill)
Feel me?
Keep the roulette spinning
Roll the dice and chip in
To my daily mission
Of getting your Mrs's (Ladies)
Watch out for your daughters
Who hate on their fathers
Yeah, im the marauder
Magic stick like potter (Potter)
Ah bare toh
Open the door
I come in freely (Free)
Filet mignon
Covered in gold
My food ain't greely (Greely)
Count up your days
Ducking your grave
Till u come see me (Come see me)
Smooth like He he
Smooth like

YEAH
YEAH
In the eyes of a witness I'm digging six feet deeper
YEAH
YEAH
Can't spread that rodent illness send em straight to the reaper
Pull up to your place
Shit on your face
It smells right after
Call me the Tokyo Sand Blaster
I jack a lot of cars it ain't what you think
I put a wrap on your car and turn it all pink

Zack, you have been tried for, defecation
Oh no! YEAH YEAH



Credits
Writer(s): Bubba Bjornson
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