GRIMEY GZ FREESTYLE

Lyrics

[Intro] (Turn me up, Walt) It's like the jungle or the rainforest Could've ducked the smoke, but you stayed for it Check me out [Chorus] I get the feeling that you're tryna burn me out Homie in the corner, pouring Wocky Your girl is cooked-to-order, she get— Your girl is cooked-to-order, she get sloppy I'm not worried 'bout my opps, could give a fuck about your posse And I heard that they just freed Tiny O My generation grimey G's, like My generation grimey G's, did the most [Verse 1] And if I got the factory thing, what I need with thе ghost? Don't smoke with brodie, he gon' lеave with your roach Tia and Tamera, twin gleeks in one coat Body anything that won't funk, on the dead guys I know plenty Crips that hit the yard and held their head high And I heard they freed Smokey, number one Shoutout my brothers too, I'm not his only— Shoutout my brothers too, I'm not his only son I got it on me, I'm not lonely if I was Don't approach me, or I'ma smoke them lil' buds I can't go if I'm the only trophy in the club Guess I'm not in the spirit Man, I seen your paperwork, so, buddy, I don't wanna hear it That's on grimey, I'ma gas with every lyric They say life is hard, you ask me, it's been terrific And we still clicking on Smithens (Perfect!) [Chorus] I get the feeling that you're tryna burn me out Homie in the corner, pouring Wocky Your girl is cooked-to-order, she get— Your girl is cooked-to-order, she get sloppy I'm not worried 'bout my opps, could give a fuck about your posse And I heard that they just freed Tiny O My generation grimey G's, like My generation grimey G's, did the most And if I— [Verse 2] Before I cross you, I'll draw some lines in the sand (Lines in the sand) Where's Infant? I guess I'm high in demand Just tear it off because I need mine in advance (Mine in advance) Don't get caught up following no trend 'Cause if Lil Cudi catch you, you gon' end up swallowing a Smith (Swallowing a Smith) I tried my best to leave my problems in a ditch (Problems in a ditch) Damn, that was my dawg until he— (Damn, that was my dawg until he—) Damn, that was my dawg until he switched And I've been screaming at the coach like, "Nigga, take me off the bench" (Take me off the bench) Please be careful, ain't no safety on this shit (No safety on this Glock) Gee Willikers, we just modified a chop (We just modified a chop) You're broke thinking that it's my problem, and it's not (And it's not) Never did I just argue with a bum (With a bum) If only we just started at the top (At the top) You gon' see me picking up my gun (My gun) Before you see me wringing out a mop [Chorus] I get the feeling that you're tryna burn me out Homie in the corner, pouring Wocky Your girl is cooked-to-order, she get— Your girl is cooked-to-order, she get sloppy I'm not worried 'bout my opps, could give a fuck about your posse And I heard that they just freed Tiny O My generation grimey G's, like My generation grimey G's, did the most And if I— [Outro] Your girl is cooked-to-order, she get sloppy I'm not worried 'bout my opps, could give a fuck about your posse And I heard that they just freed Tiny O My generation grimy G's, like My generation—