30 Deep Grimeyy - Bradley Beal lyrics

{intro} Motherfu*ker talking 'bout lately I been slackly ni**a, i don’t slack ni**a, ya know? We don't slack ni**a, we crack ni**as, ya know? I don't slack off Just streets, family, that’s an insult. i work hard, ya know? {chorus} Pulled up to the spot, she blocked my number, she working with the goofies I done spent 'bout 20 on some chops for some ni**as yelling dookie Dp out in salem with that hammer he shoot a movie Love my baby momma even though she out here popping coochie Going through some things with my gang b*tch i feel like boosie Baybay in the slammer with the opps you know he getting groovy I just blew a bag on some Glocks i want a fu*king uzi Rest in peacе to streetz its on his grave that he'll take your tooliе {verse 1} You ain't never stalked a ni**a page just to wack his ass You ain't never bought something from the mall just to take it back Hit the club like i was clean, i was faking, had to tuck the tag Gucci was the wheel man, you say his name and my lil shorties trap 2012 we was demons even though we had one hammer Only thing i verse god ni**a and my gun jammed I got b*tches over seas, some in college go to alabama Red {?} from palm beach, my brown skin from louisana {?} mad when i slid, he had a point but i ain't wanna listen You heard i got a bag, you broke my heart, but now you tryna fix it We ain't had no cable growing up, sh*t all you heard was creaking Now i'm in miami, wanna see me, gotta book a ticket {chorus} Pulled up to the spot, she blocked my number, she working with the goofies I done spent ’bout 20 on some chops for some ni**as yelling dookie Dp out in salem with that hammer he shoot a movie Love my baby momma even though she out here popping coochie Going through some things with my gang b*tch i feel like boosie Baybay in the slammer with the opps you know he getting groovy I just blew a bag on some Glocks i want a fu*king uzi Rest in peace to streetz its on his grave that he’ll take your toolie {verse 2} Rip opp the killa, i done turned around and cut my ties If i die today monte, reggie, dp pistol slide Swish and jj lando real killers know they move in silence Cause atf and tests the only ones that can say i'm high I’m the voice of stl, and all the shorties tryna maintain They don't know no better riding dirty yelling "gang gang" If i don't speak the truth, who gon' tell ’em how to change lanes? I just had a meeting with my brothers we on the same thing I looked up to boosie, gucci, gotti, whatchu know 'bout gs? You looked up to uzi, pump, and yachty, whatchu know 'bout {?} Fell out with my homie cause he told me i don't treat him equal But i don't give him money cause i heard he out here sharing needles {chorus} Pulled up to the spot, she blocked my number, she working with the goofies I done spent 'bout 20 on some chops for some ni**as yelling dookie Dp out in salem with that hammer he shoot a movie Love my baby momma even though she out here popping coochie Going through some things with my gang b*tch i feel like boosie Baybay in the slammer with the opps you know he getting groovy I just blew a bag on some Glocks i want a fu*king uzi Rest in peace to streetz its on his grave that he'll take your toolie