Toy Story – 30 Deep Grimeyy

At least 30 shots flew past my top shit I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face was special keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage bitch I’m just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it’s just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain’t talk back like Ted

When Smokey died my mama cried she said go get your revenge
My brother caught ’em in the lane and knocked them down like a pin
Back then was bummy, she ain’t want me, now she trynna bump skins
I’m from St. Louis what we slide we don’t say spin a bend
Bitch I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Gun a nigga down, watch him fall like a leaf
This shit gon’ take some time like a Martin Luther speech
30 Deep the gang, bitch you know I’m Grimeyy Deep

At least 30 shots flew past my top shit I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face was special keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage bitch I’m just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it’s just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain’t talk back like Ted

Dead goofies in my dreams like “Why you do me like that?”
One tried to run, walk right past the son, hit his ass in the back
His boy was crying, I told him, “Shut up, he just taking a nap”
You don’t wanna end up like ya daddy better keep you a strap
Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a goofy by his toe
If he holler let him go, Hit his ass up in his throat
Opps don’t post up at the sto’, Cause they know how that shit go
Like Sosa bitch I’m in my glow, Grimeyy Deep I do the most

At least 30 shots flew past my top shit I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face was special keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage bitch I’m just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it’s just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain’t talk back like Ted