[Intro: King Von]
You know what the **** goin on
Its your boy King Von
We in this bitch, Stretch Gang
Get Back Gang, that my boy 30 Deep in this bitch
Oh yeah, go crazy in this bitch
[Verse 1: 30 Deep Grimeyy]
You the same nigga duckin
Rec in jail, tuckin your tail
I put 10 on him , and 10 on him
Just sent that shit through Zelle
I told pistol 'Whack the bitch'
He get locked up he makin bail
Swisha known for crackin shit
He catch a roach , another L
“Grimeyy this” and “Grimeyy that”
Bitch, keep my name out your mouth
All that cappin bout some murders
They know that aint what they bout
Catch him with his baby mama
Hit that bitch all in her scalp
Ive been runnin up my numbers
Gangll never see a drought
We aint been hot since Nelly n them
I put my city on my back
C & C and Ville gang
You know Im ****in with the tracc
The opps got booked for stealing phones?
Tell the feds to free the rats
Bitch tried to charge me for some coochie
So I kicked her out the trap
What the **** happened to dude?
He got hit all in his head! (Damn!)
“Grimeyy please, let him breathe!”
Shouldnt have said what he said
If them crackers come and get me
Ima 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
Thats why them niggas droppin'
Tell my bitch to wheel him in
So we could knock out all his pasta
I've been gucci in Miami
Dont get hit up with this flakka
Opps slide, Brick Squad
When they be shootin niggas n pastsa
Ask DP what I was doin before I flew out to Miami
**** the floor, hit through the 50 make them roach niggas panic
How the **** yall let me get the ups
And yall was outside lampin
I let Murda out on he caught him slippin so we stamp him
Shoutout K9 Wavy Navy, know I **** with NLE {Crip!}
I got bitches all in Cali, got a bitch in NYC
Dallas, Texas , Calabassas, know they **** with 30 Deep
Dont 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 take your legs off
Tony Montana, keep a hammer, come see what this lead bout
30 Deep the gang, thats what I bang
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa ]
Got in the jam and started yappin', you could call him TED Talk
We known for shooting niggas in the back, so dont 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
Its a hundred-some shots when we step in the show
If I go broke Imma stretch me a bow
Say I shot who? What you talkin bout bro?
Reach for my chain, put a tag on your toe
Im in the studio high as a hoe
If you try to rob me, its a high and a low
The high is the face shot, the low is the blow
Shot in the crowd, he died, I aint know
Shoot in the air, cause his soul was floatin'
Get a nigga killed, then put him in a rhyme
Bitch Im a murder poet
Shoot a nigga like a Polaroid
My dawg caught a body, I told him 'Do it'
Whenever we see him, we gettin into it
My bullets dont stutter, them bitches, 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)
Nigga play, swear to God we shoot him in the face
Its broad day with that murder shit, cause we gon beat the case (Ye, aye)
Grim Reapa Flow (feat. NLE Choppa)