City Morgue - JET GRiND RADiO lyrics
[City Morgue - JET GRiND RADiO lyrics]
Ewok are you ready kids?
Aye aye, Captain i can't hear you
(Mula)
I just poured a sixteen in the Sprite
Overdose (Po' up)
Cooking bricks
Selling bricks of coke and dope (Work)
Pussy rapper always lie, Pinocchio
(Fuck outta here)
Mami jump up on this dick and roller coast
(Slide)
I fuck your bitch, for a little bit
She be on my dick (Okay)
Hit a lick, fuck the sentences
Ain't scared to do a bid (Wassup?)
Break your teeth, fuck your concert, bitch
I'll skate across the V (Okay)
Niggas see
That your mixtape isn't shit without a Z
Fr1ny on the track
Niggas caught me lackin', had the chance
They should've bodied me (Blaow)
Turn this shit to, it started out a robbery
(Gimme that)
Fuck this rap shit, I'll take your chain
Still catching robberies (Blaow)
Man these niggas pussy
They ain't fuckin' with me honestly
(Fuck outta here)
On my block, you a dub
And I don't pop with dubs
'Round here, you don't get no love
'Cause niggas know what's up
Revolver, keep it snub
And keep it in the cut
Turn your clique into dust
Without a fuckin' fuss
Fuck life, fuck love, give stitches (Woah)
And fuck fame, fuck hoes, kill niggas (Woah)
And get high, touch the sky, Jimi Hendrix
(Woah) and sell crack, sell dope, get richer
(Okay, okay)
I keep the banana clips, you stupid
Playin' ape shit (Rrah)
We just do bukkake hoodies
We don't do that BAPE shit
Take the bricks up out the
Wrapper, get the hammer, break it
(Fish scale) whip it in the pot and watch
It turn into a space ship (Mula)
Ayy, nigga, what's up
And gun down when a nigga try to run up
Them fuck niggas always talkin'
With they chin up until I break it
Leave your boyfriend defenseless
And layin' in the fuckin' street, bitch
I feel like I'm Meechy, Southwest T
Shoutout to BMF (BMF)
Me and Kami got them bust down grills
Them shit's on VVS (Bling)
All this blood be drippin' from my shoes
Them Loubs on PMS
Pop up on your block and shoot
That shit up on a BMX (Rrah)
Dreads and the golds
Like I'm ready for a lick (yeah)
A Benz and a Rolls
Ready to take out your bitch (yeah)
I'm whipping up the water like
Tsunami on my wrist (Okay)
I'm whipping out the pot like semi-automatic
RIP (Okay)
Fuck life, fuck love, give stitches
And fuck fame, fuck hoes, kill niggas (Woah)
And get high, touch the sky, Jimi Hendrix
(Woah) and sell crack, sell dope, get richer
(Okay, okay) fr1ny on the track
Brr yeah
Aye aye, Captain i can't hear you
(Mula)
I just poured a sixteen in the Sprite
Overdose (Po' up)
Cooking bricks
Selling bricks of coke and dope (Work)
Pussy rapper always lie, Pinocchio
(Fuck outta here)
Mami jump up on this dick and roller coast
(Slide)
I fuck your bitch, for a little bit
She be on my dick (Okay)
Hit a lick, fuck the sentences
Ain't scared to do a bid (Wassup?)
Break your teeth, fuck your concert, bitch
I'll skate across the V (Okay)
Niggas see
That your mixtape isn't shit without a Z
Fr1ny on the track
Niggas caught me lackin', had the chance
They should've bodied me (Blaow)
Turn this shit to, it started out a robbery
(Gimme that)
Fuck this rap shit, I'll take your chain
Still catching robberies (Blaow)
Man these niggas pussy
They ain't fuckin' with me honestly
(Fuck outta here)
On my block, you a dub
And I don't pop with dubs
'Round here, you don't get no love
'Cause niggas know what's up
Revolver, keep it snub
And keep it in the cut
Turn your clique into dust
Without a fuckin' fuss
Fuck life, fuck love, give stitches (Woah)
And fuck fame, fuck hoes, kill niggas (Woah)
And get high, touch the sky, Jimi Hendrix
(Woah) and sell crack, sell dope, get richer
(Okay, okay)
I keep the banana clips, you stupid
Playin' ape shit (Rrah)
We just do bukkake hoodies
We don't do that BAPE shit
Take the bricks up out the
Wrapper, get the hammer, break it
(Fish scale) whip it in the pot and watch
It turn into a space ship (Mula)
Ayy, nigga, what's up
And gun down when a nigga try to run up
Them fuck niggas always talkin'
With they chin up until I break it
Leave your boyfriend defenseless
And layin' in the fuckin' street, bitch
I feel like I'm Meechy, Southwest T
Shoutout to BMF (BMF)
Me and Kami got them bust down grills
Them shit's on VVS (Bling)
All this blood be drippin' from my shoes
Them Loubs on PMS
Pop up on your block and shoot
That shit up on a BMX (Rrah)
Dreads and the golds
Like I'm ready for a lick (yeah)
A Benz and a Rolls
Ready to take out your bitch (yeah)
I'm whipping up the water like
Tsunami on my wrist (Okay)
I'm whipping out the pot like semi-automatic
RIP (Okay)
Fuck life, fuck love, give stitches
And fuck fame, fuck hoes, kill niggas (Woah)
And get high, touch the sky, Jimi Hendrix
(Woah) and sell crack, sell dope, get richer
(Okay, okay) fr1ny on the track
Brr yeah