CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Toy Story
At least 30 shots flew past my top sh*t I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face was special keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage b*t*h I'm just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it's just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain't talk back like Ted
When Smokey died my mama cried shе said go get your revengе
My brother caught 'em in the lane and knocked them down like a pin
Back then was bummy, she ain't want me, now she trynna bump skins
I'm from St. Louis what we slide we don't say spin a bend
b*t*h I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Gun a n***a down, watch him fall like a leaf
This sh*t gon' take some time like a Martin Luther speech
30 Deep the gang, b*t*h you know I'm Grimeyy Deep
At least 30 shots flew past my top sh*t I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face was special keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage b*t*h I'm just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it's just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain't talk back like Ted
Money deuce face was special keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage b*t*h I'm just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it's just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain't talk back like Ted
When Smokey died my mama cried shе said go get your revengе
My brother caught 'em in the lane and knocked them down like a pin
Back then was bummy, she ain't want me, now she trynna bump skins
I'm from St. Louis what we slide we don't say spin a bend
b*t*h I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Gun a n***a down, watch him fall like a leaf
This sh*t gon' take some time like a Martin Luther speech
30 Deep the gang, b*t*h you know I'm Grimeyy Deep
At least 30 shots flew past my top sh*t I just knew I was dead
Money deuce face was special keep replaying in my head
You cracking too we cracking you I bet you pop up dead
I lost Tay when I came home pistol got shot in his leg
Me, Deep, and Murdaa stick together like we Ed, Ed, and Ed
They think I got road rage b*t*h I'm just getting head
They ask me how I maintain, it's just the voice in my head
Remember talking to my toys but they ain't talk back like Ted
