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 blick
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 pus*y (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, pus*y)
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, goddamn)
Okay, tellin' he poppin' but know his CD be floppin'
I know his shawty be slobbin' on my di*k, mhm (Yeah)
He thought that we're gonna one-on-one, I'm pullin' up with the stick, huh
[Verse 2: packgod, Yung Kage & Both]
Super smash, I'm fast, I'm feelin' it (Ooh, woah)
Adrenaline, red, my head, I'm killin' this (Ooh)
Side beams, eye beams, red beams, night screams (Woah)
b*tch, you gonna feel my f*ckin' wrath if you would smite me (Ooh)
Like woah, I think that I might just lose control
Yeah, I drank some kerosene, I might explode (Ooh)
Twenty-five shooters in the fold
Twenty-five shooters in the fold (Ooh)

[Verse 3: Leg]
He thought that my choppa was gay how it came out the closet
And I ain't tryna talk to a pus*y 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 hell don't do the gossip (Yeah)
pus*y 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 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
O-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'
B-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: 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 pus*y 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 di*k and like a fitted hat, don't quit it (What?)
She gon' suck and kiss it, VVS like pus*y drippin'
Dominican misses, with the choppa, leave you missin'
Better keep me up because I'm goin' fast and now slow
I'm a bast*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