GRIMEBAG! Lyrics

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 fucking lining back

Brain splatter with a buckshot

Hit 'ya bitch with the butt stock

'Ion got no mother fucking opps

'Cause the tool bang with a red dot

Close range with a fuckin headshot

Head top

Make 'em mother fucking 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 mother fucker, 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

Leg shot

Body shot

Aiming for 'ya head now

Leg shot

Body shot

Finna knock his head off

Head shot

Body drop

Put that bitch to bed now

Head shot

Body drop

Rest in piss you dead now

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