Grimey
Run up with snakes with venom
V Lone
I got Amiri my denim
I'm a run up with the choppa that slept him
Play with my body I come with aggression
Brodie know what I be on, yeah he witness it
I'm a run up on you, yeah you know I rip this shit
Damn, hallow tips up in his ribs and shit
Your bitch be fucking me, she said that it's a business trip
Oh, woah, grimey bitches
They say the love me they like that I'm rich
He did what to bro, well I get revenge
These diamonds blind my eye with this shit
Oh, woah, 'Rari (Skrr)
GG lock on the belt go brr
She wanna fuck, yeah I can confirm
Big fat blunt when I smoke that herb
They wan' know where Wello at (Yo where you at cuz)
Young broke boy, never that (I get that money)
Yeah I wanna fuck, I ain't tryna love
But you know I want her so I ain't gon' tell her that
Gelato, Biscotti yeah I like to smell that
She don't respond, I know it's a red flag
Louis V satchel, I say it's a men's bag
Pussy don't play with my body I been mad
And I'm like huh, what, he talking junk
Just a new reason to fuck his ass up
And I crash in the scene like a mo'fucking truck
No this beat ain't from Mustard, gotta catch up
I like fast cars, foreign whips
I'm a get a foreign bitch
Yeah you wanna play with A.M. hang you like an ornament
I put a bounty on you I ain't talking that absorbent shit
You know there's more to this
Smoking a quarter a brick
You know that all of these old ass haters be mad when they daughter on dick
I can't be bothered by anyone typing no bullshit, you arguing kids
Brodie gon' dare me to fuck on his bitch I'm like sorry I already did
Now he all mad, he up in my phone, like brodie go talk to your bitch
Why they be tryna say that my shit good when I'm popping I be like it already been
I know he hating but when his lil shawty a groupie I will not feel sorry for him
Oh wait, I'm him, you them
I'm in, the Lamb'
Shawty see me she be like, "Oh I been a fan of him"
Take the Activis and dump that shit inside the Fanta can
I be with the team I'm fifty deep inside the caravan
Huh, caravan
I just be fucking these lil bitty bitches, got Glocks with the switches
And he talking shit and I'm leaving your mans in a mo'fucking ambulance
XO gon' come with Exotic, and he got a choppa
Gon' run up put led in your poppa, these Percy and Xanny I'm off of
Gon' fuck with me, everything looking extravagant
Yeah all this Molly is up in ma body
And bro in the cut he pull up with a shotty
I got a black belt, this shit ain't karate
It's only Versace I could be rocking
It's all blue strips up in my pocket
B-Bitch, what happened to Gucci
You don't get pussy, you acting so fruity
Fuck with A.M. and your ass is a smoothie
I'm going crazy I'm breaking in looting
They talking shit and they can't even do it
He said he better than me I said prove it
That's what I thought he a mo'fucking nuisance
That's what I thought he a mo'fucking doofus
I walk off the show 'cause the question was foolish
That honey berry be hitting the smoothest
She saying she upped a damn Molly, she blew it
They learning from me like they all is my students
I show up in all they computers
Me bro we be flying in a Supra
I go to the sky I'm there sooner
I ride with Exotic and Tumah
You know that we rich when I run up and blind you with Mullers
Got Wocky in nine of my coolers
I'm tryna get moolah
Just get out the way, you get beat up and left on the side of the Schuylkill
We walk up we get him trembling
I got Codeine for refreshments
I get money, money, I don't be settling
I'm a just take a lil Xanny for stress again
A.M. CEO the big upper echelon
Wello real important, work at the Pentagon
If you ain't betting on me then you betting wrong
Eating chicken up in my favorite restaurant
Making chicken, spend it, all of my bread is gone
I'll make it back again hoe
If we ain't fucking stop blasting my phone
Shit that we had in the past it all gone
Know she fuck with me she laugh at my jokes
When I'm smoking don't come up and ask for a toke
Got hallow tips up in the mag that I tote
You thinking that mo'fucker had it he choked
Oh, woah, grimey bitches
They say the love me they like that I'm rich
He did what to bro, well I get revenge
These diamonds blind my eye with this shit
Oh, woah, 'Rari (Skrr)
GG lock on the belt go brr
She wanna fuck, yeah I can confirm
Big fat blunt when I smoke that herb
V Lone
I got Amiri my denim
I'm a run up with the choppa that slept him
Play with my body I come with aggression
Brodie know what I be on, yeah he witness it
I'm a run up on you, yeah you know I rip this shit
Damn, hallow tips up in his ribs and shit
Your bitch be fucking me, she said that it's a business trip
Oh, woah, grimey bitches
They say the love me they like that I'm rich
He did what to bro, well I get revenge
These diamonds blind my eye with this shit
Oh, woah, 'Rari (Skrr)
GG lock on the belt go brr
She wanna fuck, yeah I can confirm
Big fat blunt when I smoke that herb
They wan' know where Wello at (Yo where you at cuz)
Young broke boy, never that (I get that money)
Yeah I wanna fuck, I ain't tryna love
But you know I want her so I ain't gon' tell her that
Gelato, Biscotti yeah I like to smell that
She don't respond, I know it's a red flag
Louis V satchel, I say it's a men's bag
Pussy don't play with my body I been mad
And I'm like huh, what, he talking junk
Just a new reason to fuck his ass up
And I crash in the scene like a mo'fucking truck
No this beat ain't from Mustard, gotta catch up
I like fast cars, foreign whips
I'm a get a foreign bitch
Yeah you wanna play with A.M. hang you like an ornament
I put a bounty on you I ain't talking that absorbent shit
You know there's more to this
Smoking a quarter a brick
You know that all of these old ass haters be mad when they daughter on dick
I can't be bothered by anyone typing no bullshit, you arguing kids
Brodie gon' dare me to fuck on his bitch I'm like sorry I already did
Now he all mad, he up in my phone, like brodie go talk to your bitch
Why they be tryna say that my shit good when I'm popping I be like it already been
I know he hating but when his lil shawty a groupie I will not feel sorry for him
Oh wait, I'm him, you them
I'm in, the Lamb'
Shawty see me she be like, "Oh I been a fan of him"
Take the Activis and dump that shit inside the Fanta can
I be with the team I'm fifty deep inside the caravan
Huh, caravan
I just be fucking these lil bitty bitches, got Glocks with the switches
And he talking shit and I'm leaving your mans in a mo'fucking ambulance
XO gon' come with Exotic, and he got a choppa
Gon' run up put led in your poppa, these Percy and Xanny I'm off of
Gon' fuck with me, everything looking extravagant
Yeah all this Molly is up in ma body
And bro in the cut he pull up with a shotty
I got a black belt, this shit ain't karate
It's only Versace I could be rocking
It's all blue strips up in my pocket
B-Bitch, what happened to Gucci
You don't get pussy, you acting so fruity
Fuck with A.M. and your ass is a smoothie
I'm going crazy I'm breaking in looting
They talking shit and they can't even do it
He said he better than me I said prove it
That's what I thought he a mo'fucking nuisance
That's what I thought he a mo'fucking doofus
I walk off the show 'cause the question was foolish
That honey berry be hitting the smoothest
She saying she upped a damn Molly, she blew it
They learning from me like they all is my students
I show up in all they computers
Me bro we be flying in a Supra
I go to the sky I'm there sooner
I ride with Exotic and Tumah
You know that we rich when I run up and blind you with Mullers
Got Wocky in nine of my coolers
I'm tryna get moolah
Just get out the way, you get beat up and left on the side of the Schuylkill
We walk up we get him trembling
I got Codeine for refreshments
I get money, money, I don't be settling
I'm a just take a lil Xanny for stress again
A.M. CEO the big upper echelon
Wello real important, work at the Pentagon
If you ain't betting on me then you betting wrong
Eating chicken up in my favorite restaurant
Making chicken, spend it, all of my bread is gone
I'll make it back again hoe
If we ain't fucking stop blasting my phone
Shit that we had in the past it all gone
Know she fuck with me she laugh at my jokes
When I'm smoking don't come up and ask for a toke
Got hallow tips up in the mag that I tote
You thinking that mo'fucker had it he choked
Oh, woah, grimey bitches
They say the love me they like that I'm rich
He did what to bro, well I get revenge
These diamonds blind my eye with this shit
Oh, woah, 'Rari (Skrr)
GG lock on the belt go brr
She wanna fuck, yeah I can confirm
Big fat blunt when I smoke that herb
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Writer(s): Benjamin Carl
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