What?
Gang!
30!
Grimeyy, Murdaa on this b#tch, Murdaa on this b#tch
Murdaa!
Bwoh, bwoh, bwoh
Yeah
She gon’ suck and f#ck the gang, she say all she want is pot
D just walked a n#gg# down in his new Balenciagas
Why he steady dissin’ Grimeyy? ‘Cause I f#cked his baby mama
n#gg#s need to rap with Maury, I ain’t even wear a condom
Pulled up on ’em with them thumpers, n#gg#s nuts went in they stomach
Know I f#ck with College Block, have E an’ ’em get on yo’ bumper
Keep the coochie, Grimeyy Gucci, eat me up until you vomit
Catch a body in my city, hop on a plane and change the climate
b#tch, I still keep me a orange and a blue rag
They yellin’ out “Dookie,” they got Dookie toe-tagged
Pull on yo’ block and see you, where is you at?
We’ll light you on {?} when we kill or do ‘dat
Dissin’ they home if they like Murdaa rude #ss
Penny clapped him but he rolled down too fast
Pulled up the barger, we went and got two Jags
And if we still got that, the dude, we gon’ do that
JD and Swisha told me, “Watch ’em,” they ain’t real as they seem
b#tch, I’m Grimeyy, extra slimy, caught my first at fifteen
I got my lick back ’bout JD and Murdaa got his for Nina
For Valentines my baby mama had bought me a bean
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