DIE BOY (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Ayy, what's up? It's Grunny Dog, boy

Fuck up. Tell my partner, pick his dick

That's us, nigga

Gang, just messed up with the fuck I bang, nigga

But you ain't gonna say you gone die from all that grime from making all that posts

30 shots up in my pizza, I'ma let it blow

The drink gon' make your face go. The A-R make your popper spray

All dudes was tweaking on that grime. Caught that boss in bunches, nigga

I got bodies after bodies. Y'all can't know we like to spend

Boom, I go pick your partner up. They left for niggas stuck

Niggas moping on that grime. Till we bust a nigga, shit

Get out your body, I'ma show you. I'ma shoot you in your face

Say you gone die from all that grime from making all them posts

30 shots up in my blizzard, I'ma let it blow

Spin that fucking block, I'ma try to hop out with a drink

I'ma let it blow

Hey, what's up? It's Threatened Up, boy

Oh my God, Eva on the beat

I'ma let it blow

I'ma let it blow