Murder - FUBA lyrics

Grimey Boy [Verse 1] Got Xanax I don't f** with 'em I don't want yours I like thick b**hes I like brick slingers Left wingers, salad fingers, ballad singers I'm a savage no shins I'm a hippy-haired b**h Not afraid to admit Grimey Boyz my clique I don't- I don't- I don't stutter my flame I just f** with the main I ain't dropping her name f**boys thinking brain Grimey boy k** the game Grimey Boyz k** your gang Grimey Boyz in your car Getting topped in your car I done- I done- I done- I done- LSD, PCP, tripping balls, f** with me f** with one, f** with all f**boy call, dick game tall Running the game from the bleachers, b**h Running the game with my sneakers, b**h KRK Yellowman speakers, b**h Backing track Neck Deep squeaker b**h f** with us with a blunderbuss Trust, bust, bust, bust, b**h The f**, the f** 'Sace, f** 'Venchy, f** Leo DaVinci, f** Philth, 9/11 f** you, b**h, f** Kevin b**h f** Noah, b**h f**ed me b**h f** Cory, b**h Bang 3 b**h cut this, f** Gucci Weak grind