sharc, Pi’erre Bourne—Grimey Story
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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 on, walking down to Melrose (That’s love)
‘Member runnin’, jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went 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 (A 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 on, walking down to Melrose (That’s love)
‘Member runnin’, jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went 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 asked out
Niggas rob the spot, he ain’t do shit, he just got cameras now
Two hundred K bale and it came, you was not there
Nigga talkin’ stupid ’til you throw ’em off 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 on, walking down to Melrose (That’s love)
‘Member runnin’, jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
