First Day Out The Feds – 30 Deep Grimeyy

Grimeyy
I’m back, Grimeyy
Grimeyy too crazy, you heard?
(Knock the bass hard, Alleyknock, the bass hard)

My first day back, you ain’t my homie, you tryna hand me some tens (Tens)
Bitch, I’m Grimeyy, extra slimy (Grimeyy), ain’t gon’ say it again
I closed my eyes in cell two, and I woke up in a Benz (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I did my thang, they had to jump me, probably mad ’bout they friend
They hit my bunkie with a body, say they ready to take ten (Damn)
Let off thirty, snatch five, from that thumpin’ FN (Man down)
I told my mama, “Don’t send me pictures ’til I get to the pen” (Mama)
Fuck word of mouth, the real can vouch that I ain’t fold, break or bend (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shout out my lawyer, Mr. Foster (Gang), make the PA look stupid
The judge gave me house arrest and said, “Good luck with your music” (What?)
I had the CO’s on my dick, you know them bitches be choosin’ (30)
The bucks I had up on my books, I could’ve bought me a Buick (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And free my brother Bumpa Jody, he bucked a twack out of ‘fusion (Boom, boom, boom)
He probably mad Gotti ain’t signed him, he a CMG groupie (Bitch ass)
My lil’ partner from CN smoke a dick, then get groovy (Skrrt, skrrt)
The goofies jealous, we rebellious, 30 Deep, we them dukies (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ain’t put no money on your phone, but I heard postin’, “Free Grimeyy” (What?)
I been booked a couple times so that shit wasn’t surprising
That pussy workin’ with them people, I can’t wait ’til we find him (Bitch ass)
My phone tapped, don’t take it personal if Big Grimeyy decline (What?)
TayTay gone, and Keyone gone, bitch, I’m the only survivor (30)
Jumped in that water when I was ten, a lot of niggas wasn’t diving (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Freak had that wheel in 2010, a lot of niggas wasn’t drivin’
They takin’ pictures of my picture, finna make my shit private (Damn)

Yeah, nigga, I’m on house arrest, nigga, I’m back though
Fuck all the goofies, man
Fuck all the rats, man, fuck all the cats, y’all know we stack, bitch
On 62, neighborhood