Grim Reapa Flow (Explicit)-30 Deep Grimeyy

Grim Reapa Flow (Explicit)

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You know what the f**k goin' on

It's your boy King Von

We in this b***h Stretch Gang

My boy 30 Deep in this b***h

Oh yeah go crazy in this b***h

You the same n***a duckin'

Rec' in jail tuckin' your tail

I put 10 on him and 10 on him

Just sent that s**t through Zelle

I told pistol Whack the b***h

He get locked up he makin' bail

Swisha known for crackin' s**t

He catch a roach another L

Grimeyy this and Grimeyy that

B***h keep my name out your mouth

All that cappin' bout some murders

They know that ain't what they're 'bout

Catch him with his baby mama

Hit that b***h all in her scalp

I've been runnin' up my numbers

Gang'll never see a drought

We ain't been hot since Nelly 'n them

I put my city on my back

CC and Ville gang

You know I'm f**kin' with the

The opps got booked for stealing phones

Tell the feds to free the rats

B***h tried to charge me for some coochie

So I kicked her out the trap

What the f**k happened to dude

He got hit all in his head

D**n

Grimeyy please let him breathe

Shouldn't have said what he said

If them crackers come and get me

I'ma grow me out some dreads

Crazy E do drills for free

But he work better off the meds

I put 10 on him and 10 on him

That's why them n***as droppin'

And tell my b***h to wheel him in

So we could knock out all his pasta

I've been gucci in Miami

Don't get hit up with this flakka

Opps slide Brick Squad

When they be shootin' n***as

Ask DP what I was doin' before I flew out to Miami

The floor hit through the 50 make them roach n***as panic

How the f**k y'all let me get the ups

And y'all was outside lampin'

I let Murda out on he caught him slippin' so we

I got b***hes all in Cali got a b***h in NYC

Dallas Texas Calabassas know they f**k with 30 Deep

Don't make me call up OTF DQ gon' slang that ARP

Lil Reggie threw up on a drill he seen me take his head off

You try to take off with a P TayTay gon' knock your legs off

Tony Montana keep a hammer come see what this lead 'bout

30 Deep the gang that's what I bang

I did some time in

Got in the jam and started yappin' you could call him TED Talk

We known for shooting n***as in the back so don't you run off

Any weather we gon' serve it we gon' get the birds off

Get the witness we gon' kill him 'fore he get his words out

Yea we droppin' the opps I hit 2 in a row

It's a hundred-some shots when we step in the show

If I go broke I'mma stretch me a 'bow

Say I shot who What you talkin' bout bro

Reach for my chain put a tag on your toe

I'm in the studio high as a h*e

If you try to rob me it's a high and a low

The high is the face shot the low is the blow

Shot in the crowd he died I ain't know

Shoot in the air cause his soul was floatin'

Get a n***a killed then put him in a rhyme

B***h I'm a muder poet

Shoot a n***a like a Polaroid

My dawg caught a body I told him Do it

Whenever we see him we gettin' into it

My bullets don't stutter them b***hes they fluent

Pull up and hop out I spray spray spray

We spray spray spray

Always gotta keep me a K or a Drac'

Brr brr

N***a play swear to God we shoot him in the face

It's broad day with that murder s**t cause we gon' beat the case

Ye aye

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