Sharc, Pi’erre Bourne - Grimey Story lyrics
[Sharc, Pi’erre Bourne - Grimey Story lyrics]
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big shit real, boy
Think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes
(For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though
(Man, for real) big Givenchy flops
Show 'em walking down the Melrose
(That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences
Scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
Moncler on me, it was freezing
(It was cold though)
Niggas started telling in the precinct
(My own bro)
Age of eighteen, was whippin' European
(I swear)
In the back, Glock with the demon (The demon)
Mama went to parent teacher meetings
(At Hillcrest)
Man, my math teacher, she ain't know me
(She ain't know Sharc)
Yeah, we like to act up
(yeah) , I do math, ho (I do math, nigga)
Bitch, I make the slabs go
I be wearin' Raf clothes (yeah, yeah)
I be duckin' task force
Auntie at the back door (I love her)
Yeah, we sell it buck naked
In the flame they butt naked
Lil' boy, I'm a loccster, you a jokester
She say her throat hurt
She is not a throat goat (No, no)
Put her in a Uber (The Uber)
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big shit real, boy
Think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes
(For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though
(Man, for real) big Givenchy flops
Show 'em walking down the Melrose
(That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences
Scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
We screamin' "Free Rowdy
" he told y'all 'bout computer
Yeah, play a middle man, tryna tax
You get crossed out supreme duffle bag
I was walkin' out the plug house
That statement floatin' 'round
That Instagram, now you ass'ed out
Niggas rob the spot, he ain't do shit
He just got cameras now
Two hundred K bail in the can
You was not there
Nigga talkin' stupid 'til you throw
'em with the top tier
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big shit real, boy
Think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes
(For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though
(Man, for real) big Givenchy flops
Show 'em walking down the Melrose
(That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences
Scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big shit real, boy
Think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes
(For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though
(Man, for real) big Givenchy flops
Show 'em walking down the Melrose
(That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences
Scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
Moncler on me, it was freezing
(It was cold though)
Niggas started telling in the precinct
(My own bro)
Age of eighteen, was whippin' European
(I swear)
In the back, Glock with the demon (The demon)
Mama went to parent teacher meetings
(At Hillcrest)
Man, my math teacher, she ain't know me
(She ain't know Sharc)
Yeah, we like to act up
(yeah) , I do math, ho (I do math, nigga)
Bitch, I make the slabs go
I be wearin' Raf clothes (yeah, yeah)
I be duckin' task force
Auntie at the back door (I love her)
Yeah, we sell it buck naked
In the flame they butt naked
Lil' boy, I'm a loccster, you a jokester
She say her throat hurt
She is not a throat goat (No, no)
Put her in a Uber (The Uber)
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big shit real, boy
Think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes
(For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though
(Man, for real) big Givenchy flops
Show 'em walking down the Melrose
(That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences
Scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
We screamin' "Free Rowdy
" he told y'all 'bout computer
Yeah, play a middle man, tryna tax
You get crossed out supreme duffle bag
I was walkin' out the plug house
That statement floatin' 'round
That Instagram, now you ass'ed out
Niggas rob the spot, he ain't do shit
He just got cameras now
Two hundred K bail in the can
You was not there
Nigga talkin' stupid 'til you throw
'em with the top tier
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big shit real, boy
Think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes
(For real)
Niggas sick as fuck, I be in the hills though
(Man, for real) big Givenchy flops
Show 'em walking down the Melrose
(That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences
Scraped my elbow (Southside)
Remember back in that trap, I stayed ten toes