Tana, void, Softwilly - GRUNK lyrics

Wrist (Yeah) , hurt (Yeah)
Fuck with me, get cursed, huh
Play with me, that llama (Yeah)
It gon' get the burst (Yeah! Yeah)
Spittin' hollow tips (Bit)
It can get you burnt ('Kay)
Bitch, I feel like Rick
How I shoot you out this Earth
(Tactical nuke incoming)
($upreme, you're a bitch)
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn i'm Grunk
Ayy

Shoot that boy up in the
Head and he cross-eyed
He had no vision, but now he see both sides
Servin' the block with a suit and a bow tie
Built for this shit, bitch
I don't need a co-sign


Ride in the whip with a blick
If he talkin' that shit then he gone
He missin' with no sign
Blood in my cup and it's filled
To the brim with the AK
I line 'em up shoutin' out showtime
(Yeah, yеah)
Ate me a devil fruit, I feel likе Luffy
(Yeah! Yeah)
Stretchin' my money, she throw me that pussy
(Yeah, yeah, bitch)
Don't fuck with no snakes but
I copped me some Gucci
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
Related to savages like Young Nudy
Got like three bitches
Can't fit in a two-seat
Got me a Glock and I'm
Doin' the toosie slide (Huh, huh, pussy)
Bitch, this the clique
I like all my wrists slit
I like all my bitches thick (Yeah)
I hit they walk with a limp (Yeah, goddamn)
Okay, tellin' he poppin' but know
His CD be floppin'
I know his shawty be slobbin' on my dick
Mhm (Yeah)
He thought that we're gonna one-on-one, I'm
Pullin' up with the stick, Huh

Super smash, I'm fast, I'm feelin' it
Adrenaline, red, my head, I'm killin' this
Side beams, eye beams, red beams
Night screams
Bitch, you gonna feel my fuckin' wrath
If you would smite me like woah
I think that I might just lose control
Yeah, I drank some kerosene, I might explode
Twenty-five shooters in the fold
Twenty-five shooters in the fold

He thought that my choppa was gay
How it came out the closet
And I ain't tryna talk to a pussy nigga
If it ain't 'bout that money and profit
I just slide down the block with a stick on
My side with my niggas to make a deposit
All my niggas be with it
We don't do the talkin' and sure
As hell don't do the gossip (Yeah)
Pussy boy runnin' like Tay K (Yeah)
Up the Glock, make him do the Nae Nae (Yeah)
How you talkin' that shit when you
Got a pistol, my nigga, And I got a AK?
(Yeah) run up on me, you dyin' in broad day
Bring your homies, they dyin' the same way
And I'm airin' the block with a AR-15
Got the whole set screamin' Mayday

You don't want the smoke
We gon' run in your house
The chop on my hip
Put the blick in his mouth
I catch you in public, I'm
Clickin', I'm clickin', I'm clickin'
Until I give that boy some clout
Choppa make him sad, make that lil' boy pout
And I got some shooters
Came up from the south
Once you get three strikes then you out
And I know that you rap
Know you ain't 'bout it
She want me 'cause I'm clouted
Choppa on me got 'em poutin'
Beatin' 'em up, baby, Chris Brown
Kick him out the crib and then I say bye bye
He watchin' my moves just like it was sci-fi
We smokin' his pack, shout out to Lil'
Glocky on me, yeah that sound like (Fah, fah)
She finna eat me like some

And I'm airin' the block
With a mofuckin' Glock
And it's bustin' down doors like
I work for the SWAT and I don't give a fuck
About none of your pawns, Lil' bitch
Unless that shit gon' make me some guap
In the whip, keep a strap
I ain't talkin' no
The choppa kept pokin'
Then we gettin' in trouble
Drippin' hard, I just made me a puddle
Holy fuck, I just made me a ocean
When I'm in the field I
Ain't got no emotions
He thought I was jokin'
Turns out I ain't jokin'
Megaman, they don't know what I'm totin'
Grab some mats, they don't know, overload it
Hella bands in my pocket, I'm foldin'
Line 'em up with the Glock, I'm unloadin'
I'm in your trap and I'm finna

Wait, I'm burnin' up like
A heater in December boy wanna talk but that
Boy will get dismembered
Pull up on him and I shoot where he remember
Walk in this bitch and I
Pull up with my members
Walk in this bitch with a blade
He gettin' severed empty the clip
I'm in love with squeezin' levers
I can't love a bitch 'cause I
Know she think she clever
Full metal jacket, it's rainin'
Check the weather
It's a warning, grab my Glock
If you walk in this bitch
Then you finna get shot
I got a bitch at the crib
And she givin' me top
And the pussy so wet, it get hit with a mop
I cut up the beat like a fuckin' vasectomy
I got a bitch in the crib and she testin' me
If she doin' her job 'cause the
Bitch keep on neckin' me
I came in this bitch with
The light but no destiny

All my niggas with it, yo' girl give me lip
She fitted
Her dome on my dick and like a fitted hat
Don't quit it (What?)
She gon' suck and kiss it
VVS like pussy drippin'
Dominican misses, with the choppa
Leave you missin'
Better keep me up because I'm
Goin' fast and now slow
I'm a bastard, you a hoe
Come unfasten on my bone
I don't wanna spend my pennies on Henny
But I be drinkin' plenty
Twenty times I fucked a bitch
Usin' the same lines when I'm drunk