30 Deep Grimeyy - Zombie Tips lyrics

[Hook] I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack .45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap b*tch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this sh*t slap [Verse 1 - 30 Deep Grimeyy] We in traffic 'bout 4 deep, me, DP, Ronnie (?) and Lil Urs (?) Heard the sirens, pulled my seat up, pumped the break and switched the gears They rapper dead, they talk that talk ain't walk that walk now they in tears What you see I see a killer when I look up in the mirror Screaming "Free my grimy crips" I fill my .40 with zombie tips I remember that Abercrombie Fitch Now I mix and match designer sh*t Overseas I'm eating the finest dish Down south I be fu*king the finest b*tch Sneak dissing, that sh*t got 5 and them hit Pillow talking, that sh*t got 5 and them killed Them ni**as don't push, they hide and sh*t I put my phone on silent b*tch Private jet eating steak with the pilot b*tch b*tch your breath stink need Trident b*tch Ain't one of the opps? Don't try that sh*t Dirty sprite with the rice eating Thai and sh*t Through the opps tryna conquer and divide they sh*t Lawyer, money, and the blicks, I supply that sh*t [Hook] I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack .45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap b*tch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this sh*t slap [Verse 2 - 30 Deep Grimeyy] Tossing turning in my sleep 'bout dead ni**as that got blast Catch a opp put on my hoodie ain't got no time for a mask Ball hogging all them kills, I ain't never throw a pass I never stop for 12 b*tch it's 220 on that dash They like "Grimeyy you up next" b*tch I'm up now STL my city, me and Murdaa split the crown You can't beat us you can't join us, only choice for you to drown We was thugging in that field you ain't throw a strike or touch a mound We was thugging in that field, you ain't making no plays or catch no sack Every time she throw it back I catch that sh*t she make it clap He was steady dropping disses 'til we turned him to a pack ni**as With Money, 30 Deep, b*tch that's the gang it's on my back [Hook] I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack .45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap b*tch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this sh*t slap