4530

[Intro:]
Grimeyy (Yeah) I like that, uh huh, I like that, uh huh
You ain't my dawg you a bitch, I heard you spoke on my name
You ain't my dawg you a bitch, I heard you spoke on my name

[Chorus]
Ain't no 45 without the 30 get that shit through yo' brain
My blood brother was a killer now he fucked up his veins
Bought matching guns for my block
When the fuck did I change?
If you ain't never whack a opp then how the fuck is you gang?
Cashapp-in' all the shooters, you ain't sent them a thing
Supposed to be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name (Bitch-ass)
I was chasing at the bag while you was chasing the fame
Catch an opp, whack an opp
You know Grimeyy insane

[Verse 1: Grimeyy]
Got a 9 millimeter in my motherfuckin' coat
Grimey never gave a fuck about a stanky-ass ho (Nope)
My brother Cee Murda and its murder what Cee wrote
30 Deep the gang, bitch, a 30 what I tote (What, what)
Yeah, a 30 what I tote
Made this bitch suck my dick until I seen snot bubbles (Eww-)
I don't do the two-step, bitch, I do the Glock shuffle
Don't request no CashApp, bitch, I ain't got no shit for you (Nope)
You was playin' hide-and-seek
I was playin' round with Smith and Wesson's (Boom, boom, boom)
Let it burn just like Usher, bitch, this is my confession
Where yo' ass when I was broke and was goin' through depression
Ran it up, stay in Miami so I know my ex stressin'

[Chorus]
Ain't no 45 without the 30 get that shit through yo' brain
My blood brother was a killer now he fucked up his veins
Bought matching guns for my block
When the fuck did I change?
If you ain't never whack a opp then how the fuck is you, gang?
Cashapp-in' all the shooters, you ain't sent them a thing
Supposed to be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name (Bitch-ass)
I was chasing at the bag while you was chasing the fame (Ahh, hmm)
Catch an opp, whack an opp (Lame pussy!)
You know Grimeyy insane

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I gave 'em 29 from D
Like the bucks said the record on it
I gotta give them 30, I'm with Grimeyy and I stretch the opps (Watch out!)
Yeah, fuck a nigga army, I press they soul (Watch out!)
I don't give a fuck about your gang, we got extra smoke (Watch out!)
We out, nigga
It's that nigga, that "get back" nigga
That "I got racks," nigga, I drop some and get you whacked, nigga
Huh, black on black crime
Huh, I'm on that time
We know you a pussy boy
We checked yo' background
I shot a nigga, if I don't drop that nigga he gon' act like it
You know I'll spin the block to give him love, yeah, that's right
His only phone
Hollow through the dome
Cut off the backlights
He shouldn't have been on FaceTime
He might've seen that Glock 9

[Chorus]
Ain't no 45 without the 30 get that shit through yo' brain
My blood brother was a killer now he fucked up his veins
Bought matching guns for my block
When the fuck did I change?
If you ain't never whack a opp then how the fuck is you gang?
Cashapp-in' all the shooters, you ain't sent them a thing
Supposed to be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name (Bitch-ass)
I was chasing at the bag while you was chasing the fame
Catch an opp, whack an opp
You know Grimeyy insane

[Verse 3: Grimeyy]
Murda got the FN, Pistol P, he got the MAC-10 (Damn!)
Catch an opp out of bounds, hit him in his snapback (Damn!)
When I blow up out this rap, put me on a Rap Snacks
Back and forth on the net, we just jumpin' off black
And I don't even need my gun
Give his ass a McNugget (Haha)
Got my gang up on my stomach so you know just how I'm coming
30's nine-duece so you know how Blood bummin'
I be wildin' just like Cannon, whip my cannon out and drummin' (What, what)
I ain't ever had shit, I was fucked up in the trenches
I was washing dishes, I was hoping fences
I ain't ever had shit, I was totin' an extension
Trying to get my pension
Thuggin' with my henchmen

[Chorus]
Ain't no 45 without the 30 get that shit through yo' brain
My blood brother was a killer now he fucked up his veins
Bought matching guns for my block
When the fuck did I change?
If you ain't never whack a opp then how the fuck is you gang?
Cashapp-in' all the shooters, you ain't sent them a thing
Supposed to be my dawg, you a bitch
I heard you spoke on my name (Bitch-ass)
I was chasing at the bag while you was chasing the fame
Catch an opp, whack an opp
You know Grimeyy insane