Undead Papi - GRIMEBAG! Lyrics

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 fucking lining back
Brain splatter with a buckshot
Hit 'ya bitch with the butt stock
'Ion got no mother fucking opps
'Cause the tool bang with a red dot
Close range with a fuckin headshot
Head top
Make 'em mother fucking 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 mother fucker, 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
Leg shot
Body shot
Aiming for 'ya head now
Leg shot
Body shot
Finna knock his head off
Head shot
Body drop
Put that bitch to bed now
Head shot
Body drop
Rest in piss you dead now
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

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 fucking lining back
Brain splatter with a buckshot
Hit 'ya bitch with the butt stock
'Ion got no mother fucking opps
'Cause the tool bang with a red dot
Close range with a fuckin headshot
Head top
Make 'em mother fucking 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 mother fucker, 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
Leg shot
Body shot
Aiming for 'ya head now
Leg shot
Body shot
Finna knock his head off
Head shot
Body drop
Put that bitch to bed now
Head shot
Body drop
Rest in piss you dead now
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