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 fuckin lining back

Brain splatter with a buckshot

Hit ya bitch with the butt stock

'Ion got no mother fuckin opps

'Cause the tool bang with a red dot

Close range with a fuckin headshot

Head top

Make 'em mother fuckin 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 motherfucka, 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

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!