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GRUNK Lyrics - Artist : BabySantana
Wrist (Yeah), hurt (Yeah)
Fuck with me, get cursed, huh Play with me, that llama (Yeah) It gon' get the burst (Yeah, yeah) Spittin' hollow tips (Bit) It can get you burnt ('Kay) Bitch, I feel like Rick How I shoot you out this Earth (Tactical nuke incoming) ($upreme, you're a bitch) Burn, burn, burn, burn Burn, burn, burn, burn Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn I'm Grunk Ayy Shoot that boy up in the head and he cross-eyed He had no vision, but now he see both sides Servin' the block with a suit and a bow tie Built for this shit, bitch, I don't need a co-sign Ride in the whip with a blick If he talkin' that shit then he gone, he missin' with no sign Blood in my cup and it's filled to the brim with the AK I line 'em up shoutin' out showtime (Yeah, yeah) Ate me a devil fruit, I feel like Luffy (Yeah, yeah) Stretchin' my money, she throw me that pussy (Yeah, yeah, bitch) Don't fuck with no snakes but I copped me some Gucci (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh) Related to savages like Young Nudy Got like three bitches, can't fit in a two-seat Got me a Glock and I'm doin' the toosie slide (Huh, huh, pussy) Bitch, this the clique I like all my wrists slit I like all my bitches thick (Yeah) I hit they walk with a limp (Yeah, goddamn) Okay, tellin' he poppin' but know his CD be floppin' I know his shawty be slobbin' on my dick, mhm (Yeah) He thought that we're gonna one-on-one, I'm pullin' up with the stick, huh Super smash, I'm fast, I'm feelin' it Adrenaline, red, my head, I'm killin' this Side beams, eye beams, red beams, night screams Bitch, you gonna feel my fuckin' wrath if you would smite me Like woah, I think that I might just lose control Yeah, I drank some kerosene, I might explode Twenty-five shooters in the fold Twenty-five shooters in the fold He thought that my choppa was gay how it came out the closet And I ain't tryna talk to a pussy nigga if it ain't 'bout that money and profit I just slide down the block with a stick on my side with my niggas to make a deposit All my niggas be with it, we don't do the talkin' and sure as hell don't do the gossip (Yeah) Pussy boy runnin' like Tay K (Yeah) Up the Glock, make him do the Nae Nae (Yeah) How you talkin' that shit when you got a pistol, my nigga, and I got a AK? (Yeah) Run up on me, you dyin' in broad day Bring your homies, they dyin' the same way And I'm airin' the block with a AR-15, got the whole set screamin' Mayday You don't want the smoke, we gon' run in your house The chop on my hip, put the blick in his mouth I catch you in public, I'm clickin', I'm clickin', I'm clickin', until I give that boy some clout Choppa make him sad, make that lil' boy pout And I got some shooters, came up from the south Once you get three strikes then you out And I know that you rap, know you ain't 'bout it She want me 'cause I'm clouted Choppa on me got 'em poutin' Beatin' 'em up, baby, Chris Brown Kick him out the crib and then I say bye-bye He watchin' my moves just like it was sci-fi We smokin' his pack, shout out to Lil'- Glocky on me, yeah that sound like (Fah, fah) She finna eat me like some- And I'm airin' the block with a mofuckin' Glock And it's bustin' down doors like I work for the SWAT And I don't give a fuck about none of your pawns, lil' bitch Unless that shit gon' make me some guap In the whip, keep a strap, I ain't talkin' no [?] The choppa kept pokin', [?] [?] then we gettin' in trouble Drippin' hard, I just made me a puddle Holy fuck, I just made me a ocean When I'm in the field I ain't got no emotions He thought I was jokin', turns out I ain't jokin' Megaman, they don't know what I'm totin' Grab some mats, they don't know, overload it Hella bands in my pocket, I'm foldin' Line 'em up with the Glock, I'm unloadin' I'm in your trap and I'm finna- Wait, I'm burnin' up like a heater in December Boy wanna talk but that boy will get dismembered Pull up on him and I shoot where he remember Walk in this bitch and I pull up with my members Walk in this bitch with a blade, he gettin' severed Empty the clip, I'm in love with squeezin' levers I can't love a bitch 'cause I know she think she clever Full metal jacket, it's rainin', check the weather It's a warning, grab my Glock If you walk in this bitch then you finna get shot I got a bitch at the crib and she givin' me top And the pussy so wet, it get hit with a mop I cut up the beat like a fuckin' vasectomy I got a bitch in the crib and she testin' me If she doin' her job 'cause the bitch keep on neckin' me I came in this bitch with the light but no destiny All my niggas with it, yo' girl give me lip, she fitted Her dome on my dick and like a fitted hat, don't quit it (What?) She gon' suck and kiss it, VVS like pussy drippin' Dominican misses, with the choppa, leave you missin' Better keep me up because I'm goin' fast and now slow I'm a bastard, you a hoe, come unfasten on my bone I don't wanna spend my pennies on Henny, but I be drinkin' plenty Twenty times I fucked a bitch, usin' the same lines when I'm drunk |
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