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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
30 Deep Grimeyy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arthur James Pressley III
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Composer
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Grimeyy
I'm a fucking loose screw, ****, on gang
Loose screw
Code red
This bitch ride on
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Chorus]
I heard the goofies said fuck me, well, it's fuck them **** too (Fuck 'em)
If that **** try to run, knock his ass out his shoes (Grah, grah)
Gotta watch the **** round me 'cause these **** move loose (Phew)
Wonder why they call me Grimeyy? Bitch, 'cause I'm a loose screw (Grimeyy)
Ayy, I heard the goofies said fuck me, well, it's fuck them **** too (Fuck 'em)
If that **** try to run, knock his ass out his shoes (Grah, grah)
Gotta watch the **** round me 'cause these **** move loose (Phew)
Wonder why they call me Grimeyy? Bitch, 'cause I'm a loose screw (Gang, 30, Grimeyy)
[Verse 1]
Flew my bitch out to Miami, now we fuckin' on the beach
All that loud mouth shit, you better practice what you preach
30 Deep the gang, that's what I bang, get with us 'til my brother free
Just got that call from lil' cuz, he'll be dead in a week
**** was falling for them hoes, I fell in love with my eight
Had to leave her 'cause she found out I was creeping with Drac'
Ramen noodles in that slammer, now it's steak on my plate
And I won't buy me no more jewelry, trying to stack for a Wraith
I did that time by myself, ain't no **** sent me nothin'
You see your opp up in that jam, then you better get to scuffin'
Catch a goofy, whack a goofy, ain't no time for discussion
Popped his ass like a pill, 'nother kill, now I'm bustin'
[Chorus]
I heard the goofies said fuck me, well, it's fuck them **** too (Fuck 'em)
If that **** try to run, knock his ass out his shoes (Grah, grah)
Gotta watch the **** round me 'cause these **** move loose (Phew)
Wonder why they call me Grimeyy? Bitch, 'cause I'm a loose screw (Grimeyy)
Ayy, I heard the goofies said fuck me, well, it's fuck them **** too (Fuck 'em)
If that **** try to run, knock his ass out his shoes (Grah, grah)
Gotta watch the **** round me 'cause these **** move loose (Phew)
Wonder why they call me Grimeyy? Bitch, 'cause I'm a loose screw (Grimeyy)
[Verse 2]
Goofy ass ****, get the fuck back
Get a **** whacked for a rack, this shit getting out of hand (Hand)
Running up the money, I ain't running out of bands
I'll run off in the bank before I run off on my man (Nah)
Certified super head, she do it with no hands (Slop)
Closet worth a million, got like three hundred in pants
He want me to sign him, he been begging for a chance
But I know he gon' try to murk something when he get fifty bands (Murder)
Sitting down in that cell, I ain't looked down, I holded my head up
Whole life, been a rock-star, I tote that heavy metal
Shout out my 'migo, get blocks like Griselda
Make sure I bring my new whips through the ghetto
Bruh like Mayweather, he just dodged a elbow
Work everyday, too much paper on my schedule
All these loose screws, we can tighten up whatever
I keep me a hammer, a ladder, a nail for 'em
[Chorus]
I heard the goofies said fuck me, well, it's fuck them **** too (Fuck 'em)
If that **** try to run, knock his ass out his shoes (Grah, grah)
Gotta watch the **** round me 'cause these **** move loose (Phew)
Wonder why they call me Grimeyy? Bitch, 'cause I'm a loose screw (Grimeyy)
Ayy, I heard the goofies said fuck me, well, it's fuck them **** too (Fuck 'em)
If that **** try to run, knock his ass out his shoes (Grah, grah)
Gotta watch the **** round me 'cause these **** move loose (Phew, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wonder why they call me Grimeyy? Bitch, 'cause I'm a loose screw (Grimeyy)
[Verse 3]
The only thing be on my mind is moving my mama off the sect'
I got a brother in that jam and got a brother on my neck
I done robbed a lot of **** trying to run me up a check
My BM just hit my line, says she want some more baguette
Grimeyy Duce the Grim Reaper, fighting bodies in my sleep
Gave Pistol twenty-five 'cause he on the kill streak
Plug deep, he with that fin, now he looking for the tweaks
Rough you up for your phone, he a bully for them geeks
In that slammer, stood ten, I ain't never take a loss
Hit the ****, get stabbed for a pack of hot sauce
Cup O'Noodles and some Lay's get a **** knocked off
Co-defendant turned rat for some shit I popped off
Keep that forty on my side, I'll blow it like a flute
Had to cut my brother off, I should've knew he was a goof
Since that shit on Natural Bridge, **** knew I was the truth
Mama told me since the womb, she just knew I was a Deuce
Written by: Arthur James Pressley III, Arthur Pressley, Dominique' Jones, Martin McCurtis