UNDEAD PAPI - GRIMEBAG!
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It's that grimebag
Sprinkle meth up in 'ya fuckin dime bag
Word that shit hit?
I got you smoking cyanide gas
Ya bitch up in the slaughter house
She might not arrive back
Barber with the glizzy push ya mother fuckin lining back
Brain splatter with a buckshot
Hit ya bitch with the butt stock
'Ion got no mother fuckin opps
'Cause the tool bang with a red dot
Close range with a fuckin headshot
Head top
Make 'em mother fuckin mags drop
Don't say 'nun
Pump make a bitch nigga back up
Act up
Bitch I cock it back and I rack one
All y'all niggas soft bitch I'll show you where the crime at
Pull up to ya crib, lay everyone inside flat
FMJ green tips, where you finna hide at?
Spin ya block I let it off, everyonе outside wacked
Feds comе 'round this motherfucka, you best not have shit to say
Aiming for ya head, tell ya dead brother you on ya way
Chain smoking opp packs, ya bitch be my ash tray
You on death row nigga, this gone be ya last day
Hit that nigga point blank, fucked up my designer jeans
Simp ass nigga, she was thotting, you call her a queen
All y'all niggas ass, Ima take a shit up on the scene
Drive by, walk up, I up that Glock 17
Spill out ya guts when I dump out this magazine
Leave 'em stomach fucked like he drank a whole pint of lean
Spray that tool like windex, make sure his crib clean
It's gone be a cookout if the pigs try to intervene
Fuck!
Sprinkle meth up in 'ya fuckin dime bag
Word that shit hit?
I got you smoking cyanide gas
Ya bitch up in the slaughter house
She might not arrive back
Barber with the glizzy push ya mother fuckin lining back
Brain splatter with a buckshot
Hit ya bitch with the butt stock
'Ion got no mother fuckin opps
'Cause the tool bang with a red dot
Close range with a fuckin headshot
Head top
Make 'em mother fuckin mags drop
Don't say 'nun
Pump make a bitch nigga back up
Act up
Bitch I cock it back and I rack one
All y'all niggas soft bitch I'll show you where the crime at
Pull up to ya crib, lay everyone inside flat
FMJ green tips, where you finna hide at?
Spin ya block I let it off, everyonе outside wacked
Feds comе 'round this motherfucka, you best not have shit to say
Aiming for ya head, tell ya dead brother you on ya way
Chain smoking opp packs, ya bitch be my ash tray
You on death row nigga, this gone be ya last day
Hit that nigga point blank, fucked up my designer jeans
Simp ass nigga, she was thotting, you call her a queen
All y'all niggas ass, Ima take a shit up on the scene
Drive by, walk up, I up that Glock 17
Spill out ya guts when I dump out this magazine
Leave 'em stomach fucked like he drank a whole pint of lean
Spray that tool like windex, make sure his crib clean
It's gone be a cookout if the pigs try to intervene
Fuck!
