GRIMEY ft. Spike Chester & Brionne Lyrics

Uh, yeah, S.C.

Uh, look, they say the bar is in hell for actual talent

I guess that makes me top five, thanks to this batting average

From where they turn heads to softballs at batting practice

Better tote that iron, keep them wrinkles out your jacket

(Wait!)

Better tote that iron off the green and get to whacking

(Wait!)

Bitch, I'm Tiger Hood, keep that iron inside the caddy

I told the doctor on the day my mama had me

"I'll take it from here"

Bitch, I'm good, thanks for asking

(Look!)

Jesus saved lives, but I can't save nothing

Not a life, bitch, or money, so it's back to hustling

Hold your head gang, it's better days coming

You ain't good enough to be my son, bitch, we more like cousins

I guess the apple ain't falling far from the tree

Cause bitch, I've been a soldier like my daddy was in '83

Or was it '87? Time is all an illusion

It's hard to track a train of thought when they derail a movement

Jetpack been on my back, but this ain't no jacuzzi

Can't sit and dwell when you fail, you gotta keep it moving

But if you feel how I feel, then you tired of losing

Told them I'm that nigga, they told me to prove it

So here

Ohhh shit nigga!

That's what I'm talking about!

That's what the fuck I'm talking about Spike

S.C., nigga. Let's see, nigga

You dig

Shit out here get grimy man

Shit out here get grimy

Put it in these niggas face

Straight like that

Whoever step up first, first to get laid down

Niggas want to clown

I had to ask

"You even from this town?"

I can't tell

This ain't a stray, catch you a hunnid rounds

I can't fail

Make 'em dance like he DooDoo Brown

This nigga smells

Accurate as a archer

Keep listening, I be done taught ya

A valuable lesson in disrespecting

The ones who go to the altar

For you

Lil' nigga

He think I'm capping, don't think it's true

Go figure

Don't worry 'bout it, I'll leave him blue

In the distance

And I won't forget to mention

That you got left behind cause of pride, not your vision

Cease the conversation, I can't keep my shorty waiting

I'm off to save the nation, I got bored with figure skating

Around you young chumps

This like my third life now

Rocky Road ain't got no bumps when you fly above crowds

WillAYE, he do his own stunts

Got 'em thinking like "How?!"

Real magician never reveal his secrets

Just know I got the power

You know you fucked up right?

It's The Wizard nigga

Matter fact, matter fact man handle my lightweight

Like I said we cease the conversation

We ain't got shit else to talk about

Brionne tell these niggas something

Guess I'm just the hood princess, 6-5!

Get it from my mama nigga, Dallas, Texas bitch

I guess I boogie through the drama

Rollin' with nowhere, remember swervin' in them Honda's nigga

Niggas ain't no goat, they just be doppelgangers

Llama nigga

Lying on myself, I be the sand in the safari

Niggas quiet on my set, bet they know who the fucking star is

No disrespect to all that petty shit, can't get involved

Won't catch me dead with all these lames

I'll snatch these niggas out they drawers bitch!

Been trying to get to fucking higher lands like where the plane?

Bitch I'm hotter than the fucking fireman, shoutout to Wayne

I be saving all these hoes like I'm a hero, bitch it's Dames huh

Locked up in that castle, know they scared to jump that ledge

Niggas pussy and they weak, you know they scared to cross that bridge

If you sitting at that table, can't be scared to split that bread

Actors living out them fables, actors living out them bedsides

Bitches bugs you know I gotta spray these hoes pesticides!

Niggas rookies and they cooked like this a fucking fish fry

We living out our dreams, these haters mad that they just get by

No matter what they say, you know we step and know we get fly

I wish I gave a fuck, these bitches lucky if I give "Hi"s

Ha ha ha

Ha ha ha

Get it?

These bitches lucky if I give "Hi"s

Bitch

Ha ha ha

Gang!