My little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'
He don't love nothin', his pockets on slim
So when you go outside, you better watch out for him
My little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothing
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'
He don't love nothin', his pockets on slim
So when you go outside, you better watch out for him
Well, my little grimy nigga come around
Fools get nervous cause he ill and sick as the ***
Smirk is heartless and merciless
His daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him
His mama been on goop ever since 1990
In and out of foster homes, why he droop?
He still ain't reformed, they say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born
My little grimy nigga mania, janky like Trick Dice
Never been to church in his life, no conscience put you on ice
Pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain
Lookin' like a plate, tuck it, or you gon' get took for your chain
Him and his partners manage, Bobby moves mean in the hood
Man with the AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon
I be tryin' to tell my little grimy, slow down, but he ain't listenin'
Little nigga, whoreheaded, look forward to goin' to prison
Don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin'
Thiefy, Belushi, and peel syrup and cha-cha sniffin'
My little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothin'
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'
He don't love nothin', his pockets on slim
So when you go outside, you better watch out for him
My little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothin'
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'
He don't love nothin', his pockets on slim
So when you go outside, you better watch out for him
My little grimy nigga, be lurkin' and prowlin'
In the wee hours of the night with the on-demand
And it's on on-site, on-site
Lickin' the bump heads and cross paths
With anybody that he got a problem with
Kiss him at the gas station on some old flu ***
Trainin' program to go about his dough
A hitter, not a barber, but carry a extra clip
Got hella next to kin, cousins and uncles about the rich
Y'all's a Bronte and Hercules, teach him, taught him how to feel
My little grimy nigga, all the time right behind me
On the block with the clock where you can find me
But everybody knew his name, everybody knew his name
His silhouette, his body frame, I wonder what's that he claim
What money *** to find, do he make it rain?
Yeah, nah, he gangbang, my little grimy nigga
Keep a thumper stashed in his motor
Set to set, robbin' niggas, he's a floater
My little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothin'
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'
He don't love nothin', his pockets on slim
So when you go outside, you better watch out for him
My little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothin'
The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'
He don't love nothin', his pockets on slim
So when you go outside, you better watch out for him
My little grimy nigga
My little grimy nigga
My little grimy nigga
My little grimy nigga
My little grimy nigga