TRUEEE - Grim Lyrics

Life of the streets aint really for me
I like it where it's sunny
I dont like to dress bumy
Let these niggas think I'm gummy
Until they come pull up on me
762s empty yo tummy
In the streets yo blood be running
Like grim reaper
I'll be coming
For yo soul
Do what's told
Play yo role
Won't leave whole
Not impressed
Watch yo step
Nothing left
That's a bet
In this life
Would be wise
Hush yo lips
On my tribe
Suicide
It look like
You just took
Yo own life
I can't
Really tell it's a gimmick
My spenshell
All over the city
You a opp
If you aint f*cking with me
Shoot straight
I aint solving no riddle
Rents paid
Cause she's f*cking a real one
Good head I think she need a ribbon
Hair done and her pussy bedazzled
Plane Jane I might upgrade the bezel
S.I.N.G.I.N.G
N.I.G.G.A
That's me
Singing nigga True
And I got rich because I got the key
You can't come round where I stay
House big as f*ck and out the way
You pull up and you don't belong
You finna fertilize the clay
Better realize
If you love yo life
Dropped 100 banz
On the whip I drive
In the sky
I dont like to be
For my guys
Like Monopoly
Living large
Driving fancy cars
Niggas hating hard
They just hating me
They mad cause they wanna be
Me bad
The audacity
Life of the streets aint really for me
I like it where it's sunny
I dont like to dress bumy
Let these niggas think I'm gummy
Until they come pull up on me
762s empty yo tummy
In the streets yo blood be running
Like grim reaper
I'll be coming
For yo soul
Do what's told
Play yo role
Won't leave whole
Not impressed
Watch yo step
Nothing left
That's a bet
In this life
Would be wise
Hush yo lips
On my tribe
Suicide
It look like
You just took
Yo own life
Pull up with 4 guys
Bout to demoraliz
F*ck do you think
I'm bout to ghost ride
Bout to need chloride
To get out the stains
Pull up with more guys
If you tell anymore lies
F*ck nigga you dead
That is 10 on yo head
She told me she Vibing
Got a whole Lotta baggage
Yah yah
Shawty bad and in college
Gave me top in a carrage
Yah yah
Lil bitch I'm a savage
Gotta go aint no marriage
Yah yah
Living it lavish
Americana and Spanish
Yah yah
Four five
Call it 45
Giving niggas ebola
Do or die
You only safe
If you Whipping a stroller
That nigga dead
He on the floor now
One shot to the head
From a blickie with no sound
Life of the streets aint really for me
I like it when it's sunny
I dont like to dress bumy
Let these niggas think I'm gummy
Until they come pull up on me
762s empty yo tummy
In the streets yo blood be running
Like grim reaper
I'll be coming
For yo soul
Do what's told
Play yo role
Won't leave whole
Not impressed
Watch yo step
Nothing left
That's a bet
In this life
Would be wise
Hush yo lips
On my tribe
Suicide
It look like
You just took
Yo own life
Niggas hating
Contemplating
That's for certain
Caught you lurking
After church and
Shawty twerkin
I'm observing
Booty working
Thinking imo insert it
Bend it ova
Need more exposure
Thank God I'm sober
Yeah yeah
F*ck a poker
Imo need a Chauffeur
Never mind a stroller
Yeah yeah