Like The Mud – 30 Deep Grimeyy

Disrespect my blood like the mud you gon’ be under the grass
Street style I ain’t the same, I guess I’m stuck in the past
Freeze tag to chasing bags, we done grew up too fast
That’s why I put my gang first and this other shit last

Disrespect my blood like the mud you gon’ be under the grass
Street style I ain’t the same, I guess I’m stuck in the past
Freeze tag to chasing bags, we done grew up too fast
That’s why I put my gang first and this other shit last

I found the rock on Granny’s dresser, hit the block and got fifty
Grimeyy Deuce the grim reaper I’m the best in my city
Put on my hood with that good and they got Bobby and Whitney
Better not pull up where I live, bitch just meet me at Wendy’s
Fuck with the hoovers off in Texas, know I fuck with [?]
I got ST’s all in Cali and they ain’ for that drama
If i put fifty on yo head they gon’ kidnap yo mama
Wrap her up and smack her up, she wish she wore a condom

Disrespect my blood like the mud you gon’ be under the grass
Street style I ain’t the same, I guess I’m stuck in the past
Freeze tag to chasing bags, we done grew up too fast
That’s why I put my gang first and this other shit last

Disrespect my blood like the mud you gon’ be under the grass
Street style I ain’t the same, I guess I’m stuck in the past
Freeze tag to chasing bags, we done grew up too fast
That’s why I put my gang first and this other shit last

Disrespect my gang, no back and forth, just know we getting on yo ass
Catch him in traffic, get to clapping, hollows fly through the glass
We caught him lacking wise-cracking that boy turned into Flash
Two to chest, two to the head, we caught him taking out trash
My brother died while I was booked, I’m stuck in 2016
I got a bag, they on my dick, now I just leave ’em on seen
I hit him up and he ain’t die so I went and bought me a beam
.223’s knocked down his crutches, then he fell on his spleen

Disrespect my blood like the mud you gon’ be under the grass
Street style I ain’t the same, I guess I’m stuck in the past
Freeze tag to chasing bags, we done grew up too fast
That’s why I put my gang first and this other shit last

Disrespect my blood like the mud you gon’ be under the grass
Street style I ain’t the same, I guess I’m stuck in the past
Freeze tag to chasing bags, we done grew up too fast
That’s why I put my gang first and this other shit last