paroles de chanson First Day Out - 30 Deep Grimeyy

Grimeyy
I'm back, Grimeyy
Grimeyy, uh (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 (ten)
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, prolly mad 'bout they friend

They hit my bunkie with a body, say they ready to take ten (damn)
Let off 30, snatch five, from that thumpin' FN (man down)
I told my mama, "Don't send me pictures 'til I get to the pen" (nama)
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), made the PA look stupid
The judge gave me house arrest and said, "Good luck with yo' 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 coulda bought me a Buick (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

And free my brother Bumpa Jody, he bucked a twack outta 'fusion (boom, boom, boom)
He prolly 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 out here postin', "Free Grimeyy" (what?)
I been booked a couple times so that shit wasn't surprisin'
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 lotta niggas wasn't divin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Freak had that wheel in 2010 (skrrt-srkrt), a lotta 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