Correction Lyrics Zombie Tips by 30 Deep Grimeyy

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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*t*h 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

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 f**king the finest b*t*h
Sneak dissing, that sh*t got 5 and them hit
Pillow talking, that sh*t got 5 and them killed
Them n***as don't push, they hide and sh*t
I put my phone on silent b*t*h
Private jet eating steak with the pilot b*t*h
b*t*h your breath stink need Trident b*t*h
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
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*t*h 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

Tossing turning in my sleep 'bout dead n***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*t*h it's 220 on that dash
They like "Grimeyy you up next"
b*t*h 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
n***as With Money, 30 Deep, b*t*h that's the gang it's on my back

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*t*h 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

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