Correction Lyrics 100k Cypher by 30 Deep Grimeyy

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Grimeyy, b*t*h
Tell what you see when you look me in my (What?)
Tell what you see when you look me in my eyes, n***a
Long live Freak, free his killer and the guys, n***a
Everyday I eat, sleep, sh*t, with my fire, n***a
Fifty years old still trappin', ain't you tired, n***a
Hundred K or better when we talkin' on them phones, boy
Better call up Mike, hit up Track, you on a song, boy
Had to block a opp, that n***a asked who killed his homeboy
Judge gave me bond, 30K, I came home, boy
I got killers In the O and I got killers in Jamaica
Caught a high speed in Chicago, I had Boss Top take them
I got thirty deep behind me screamin' asalamalakum
Catch a n***a from the other side and we gon' have to bake him
All my n***as with the sh*ts
Pull up and let it hit

I want all the smoke like Newports short no long
Probably got more choppas then Osama and my momma know
I been runnin' wild through the trenches since a snotty nose
I got ties with all the killers [?]
Do dirt all by my lonely, don't need no entourage
Probably wearin' all black, catch me up in camouflage
Sneakin' up, creepin' through your bushes, got my heat out
Lil' shawty know what we about, V's up for V.Roy
GTA, that's get that ass
So when I see lil' shawty, know what I'ma do
Get that ass, that's why I gotta keep a mask
Squeeze a Glock, we don't do Reebok's, watch your speaker knock
Proceed with caution, run up you get lost, with Jesus take a walk
Ayy, I ain't with that slime sh*t, lil' shiesty, I'm a gangsta
I'm front door with that iron, b*t*h
Tell these rappers stop that lyin' sh*t
I be really in the trenches, state to state, I'm front line with it
All through the loui,{?}
I caught cases with my Haitian partner he from{?}
Free them guys out the cells fighting murder home invasions
Solo through the murder caps, told him I'm a shotta
And the jungle be my habitat
Hotboii on fire, but I'm the hottest boy around
I'm like them soldiers in the creek, I'm a soldier when I creep
Aye, used too keep a 30 deepest grimey in the streets
Yo block behind me{?}
I'm the prince of drill they know I be sliding on the beat

Creep in this b*t*h I go dumb on some dumb sh*t
Red Rum{?}Chopper slump Jhit
Cook a n***a ass like hot grits n***a hot fish
Bro got all them chops in the Benz he on some hot sh*t
I'm tired of{?}likie I won't rock sh*t
Choppa start shakin' and quakin' I'm talking rock sh*t
Make a real I clean it up with that mop stick
This a young n***a world, it's a young n***a way
I got a 100k shots on a brand new AK
She a animal that ho be runnin' wild with it
She hit the weed{?}

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