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Tired of that lame ass Weak ass slick diss imma put the whole da whole gang to sleep Grim come through slice shit with scythe Its time to come home when reap Nigga dick ridin bitch you been a fan All my niggas spin ceiling fan One hit wonder he a minute man Lil boy make a diss pull the stick out the sprinter van He done flunked out if he test me Chew that nigga up like nestle I been making all the hits for the streets and the freaks Hell naw i aint lookin for no espy Yo bitch just called and she text me talkin bout daddy can you buy me the necklace Lil bitch cant get no play lil grimey ass hoe lil hoe you messy Hair pin the trigger i squeeze Caught that nigga at the store spun again swear to god he gon make tv My life is out of your reach My bitch got a lil peach When its time to up the smoke she reach Who the f*ck better than the reaper ghost grim you can name them all ill smoke each Ion bring smoke but if you slide round me imma catch ya til you cant breathe Cap ass nigga caughtem rockin fake gold Fake gold gon rot your teeth You and your whole gang weak yall niggas aint tough yall just tweet Hit a pussy nigga in the spine he gon lose all the feeling head to his feet Tired of fittin in he a gecko Pump the short barrel make a echo Name my draco keisha bitch niggas wanna sang imma make it let go No lights tricks see the neck glo Nigga keep thinkin ion mean what i say ima up the smoke see how that go Hoe ass nigga what is hittin fo Copy cat bitin my swag Goyard sit on my tag Sixty rounds sit in that mag chanel cc sit right on her bag F*ck nigga say Grim dat aint you cuz a nigga aint on a song sad Big grim done been down bad i done came second but i never came last Yall better give me my crown Grim been the talk of the town Just cuz a nigga be quiet dont mean that grim will not come let off them rounds Quit allat barking and tweetin and all of that beefin i aint even aroused Heard that you sneakin and geekin he told on the stand that lil boy he a mouse Shout the 3rd shout out the mill and shout the gang on the south A opp can get popped dont play with the boss im stuffin dis stick in yo mouth Man f*ck allat talkin go getchu some money lil hoe get the f*ck out my mentions Got my name in the dirt you entitled to that but i got all this drip for the cleansing Told mama im itchin been scratchin my palms She said boy you so silly I knew i wasnt regular picked up a pen as a jit i started writing my lyrics I used to sit up at midnight In a dark room with a dim light Thinkin bout how i can get out this drought trynna shake all this doubt Then a young nigga realized...