Grimey Lyrics

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