G H O S T G R I M - Welcome
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 fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck allat talkin go getchu some money lil hoe get the fuck 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...
Written by:
Kameron Lowe
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