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softwilly, lex pain & void - grunk (youtube version) lyrics
[intro: lex pain]
wrist (yeah), hurt (yeah)
f_ck 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)
b_tch, i feel like rick
how i shoot you out this earth
(tactical nuke incoming)
($upreme, you’re a b_tch)
burn, burn, burn, burn
burn, burn, burn, burn
burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
i’m grunk
ayy
[verse 1: lex pain]
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 sh_t, b_tch, i don’t need a co_sign
ride in the whip with a bl!ck
if he talkin’ that sh_t 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, yeah)
ate me a devil fruit, i feel like luffy (yeah, yeah)
stretchin’ my money, she throw me that p_ssy (yeah, yeah, b_tch)
don’t f_ck with no snakes but i copped me some gucci (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
related to savages like young nudy
got like three b_tches, can’t fit in a two_seat
got me a glock and i’m doin’ the toosie slide (huh, huh, p_ssy)
b_tch, this the clique
i like all my wrists slit
i like all my b_tches thick (yeah)
i hit they walk with a limp (yeah, godd_mn)
okay, tellin’ he poppin’ but know his cd be floppin’
i know his shawty be slobbin’ on my d_ck, mhm (yeah)
he thought that we’re gonna one_on_one, i’m pullin’ up with the stick, huh
[verse 2: packgod & yung kage]
super smash, i’m fast, i’m feelin’ it
adrenaline, red, my head, i’m k!llin’ this
side beams, eye beams, red beams, night screams
b_tch, you gonna feel my f_ckin’ 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
[verse 3: leg]
he thought that my choppa was g_y how it came out the closet
and i ain’t tryna talk to a p_ssy n_gga if it ain’t ’bout that money and profit
i just slide down the block with a stick on my side with my n_ggas to make a deposit
all my n_ggas be with it, we don’t do the talkin’ and sure as h_ll don’t do the gossip (yeah)
p_ssy boy runnin’ like tay k (yeah)
up the glock, make him do the nae nae (yeah)
how you talkin’ that sh_t when you got a pistol, my n_gga, 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
[verse 4: tana]
you don’t want the smoke, we gon’ run in your house
the chop on my hip, put the bl!ck in his mouth
i catch you in public, i’m cl!ckin’, i’m cl!ckin’, i’m cl!ckin’, 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—
[verse 5: packgod]
and i’m airin’ the block with a mof_ckin’ glock
and it’s bustin’ down doors like i work for the swat
and i don’t give a f_ck about none of your p_wns, lil’ b_tch
unless that sh_t gon’ make me some guap
in the whip, keep a strap, i ain’t talkin’ no buckle
the choppa kept pokin’, i bought a new muzzle
12 inside, then we gettin’ in trouble
drippin’ hard, i just made me a puddle
holy f_ck, 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
h_lla 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—
[verse 5: sadfriendd]
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 b_tch and i pull up with my members
walk in this b_tch with a blade, he gettin’ severed
empty the clip, i’m in love with squeezin’ levers
i can’t love a b_tch ’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 b_tch then you finna get shot
i got a b_tch at the crib and she givin’ me top
and the p_ssy so wet, it get hit with a mop
i cut up the beat like a f_ckin’ vasectomy
i got a b_tch in the crib and she testin’ me
if she doin’ her job ’cause the b_tch keep on neckin’ me
i came in this b_tch with the light but no destiny
[verse 6: xanakin skywok]
all my n_ggas with it, yo’ girl give me lip, she fitted
her dome on my d_ck and like a fitted hat, don’t quit it (what?)
she gon’ suck and kiss it, vvs like p_ssy drippin’
dominican misses, with the choppa, leave you missin’
better keep me up because i’m goin’ fast and now slow
i’m a b_st_rd, 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 f_cked a b_tch, usin’ the same lines when i’m drunk
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