Grunch - TOMB (feat. Amarieyo)

We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
Not doin' shit smokin' dope with my friends
Get the dough then we spend you know my boys defend
I got everything you want plus more in the benz
Lil bitch she gon' pretend to the highest extent
Bitch I get it
You can't even fit it
Big bags on the way we gettin' to them digits yeah
Fast car on the way we don't fuck with tickets
So we skirtin' down the other way we get there in minutes
Smokin' midgets she want visits but I am not the man
Told her she can get it but I don't fuck with xans
Her new nigga he be trippin' so we run up them hands
Get it how we want ain't no other plan nah aye
Now we skirtin' down the highway getting my way
And she always at my place but it's high stakes
All the snakes that surround me I need a long break
Fuck it Imma get a bag run it back to my state
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
Bitch bad Betty doop like a cartoon
Hit a dab then I go and hit the cart too
Is it bad that I'm trapping out with my goons
I don't give a fuck, bitch, come and lick this harpoon
They want smoke inhale, exhale 'fore you sell
Let me tell you bout a story bout a boy in detail
Told him he won't be shit throw his dark ass to jail
I got 12 on my tail fuck them pigs go to hell
Imma grind I won't fail Imma grind on this rail
If you grind up my weed stack it up on the scale aye
Baby cookin' up, bitch sell like retail if I get locked up again
Then you best pay my bail, aye
Bean w the whip if you laced then you trip
She give face w her lips and I ain't finna tip
I got bars on the low you talk shit we got poles
Hit it once hit it twice man that bitch gotta go
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
Big juice big moves small strap in the waist line
Not my fault yo bitch showin' boobs on the FaceTime
Nose cold diamonds crunch like I ate ice
You'll fold I'm with Grunch we don't waste time
Why they wanna talk shit when they barely 5'5
Bitch I got a 45 why the fuck I wanna fight like huh
My bitch is a ten and you barely scored a five
Why they really sleepin' on me need to open eyes
I'm not from this planet no I'm not one of your people
Drive fast when I'm furious, i feel like Vin Diesel
Choppa hit 'em left right up and down just like a cheat code
I'm a wild card how I keep my torpedo
Shawty got a halo but she acting like a Spartan
And she doing stranger things I sent that bitch to Hawkins
Since the coupe a Tesla I hop in act like a Martian
And you taking L's more, like Gumball and Darwin
Talking all that trash I think you'd belong in the garbage
Wraith outside my house got me thinking that it's haunted
Gang minute men we got these presets like it's COD yeah
Yo bitch in my dms got me thinking oh my god bitch
Leave me alone
Asking where i've been but she ain't ready to know
I got these crystals on my limbs bitch i'm ice stone cold
How they gon' be acting tough when stuck in bi fold doors
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
This the purge blood splatter smoke that good shatter
This a curse, don't matter she got coke powder
In the dirt leave yo body buried we gon' leave him in a herse
How the fuck you talking you be thinking in reverse
Ice on my neck
Drip-Drippin' dripping got her wet
Flick-Flicking on this lighter tryna smoke up so I'm set
Face full a bands, count it up, throwing hands
Rollin' up with my friends, she my number one fan
Beamer I'm a dreamer in the fucking two seater fuck my teachers
I don't know who's better them or stinkmeaner and
Y'all niggas thought I couldn't spit this yo last chance you a pussy ass bitch
Nigga kill it with my dance
We in France eating good stacking bands if y'all could
I got plans understood I sip tea in yo hood
Told my bitch throw it back you gon' wish you had that
On gang that's facts 'fore I pull out the Mac
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb
We zippin' big juice making big moves
Got a bad bitch show me what them hips do
You get cat fished and yo bitch get ran through
When I die smoke that gas into my tomb

Written by:
Grunch, Jaime Morales-Rodriguez

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