Dead Goofies lyrics

[Intro: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Big Murdaa in this motherf*cker, n*gga, f*ck all the goofies
Big Grimeyy got now
Me and Grimeyy took the city, now these f*ck n*ggas mad
On my mama
Only Murdaa, n*gga

[Verse: 30 Deep Grimmeyy]
Free Lil DJ from your section, cuz know you a b*tch
Smokin' on D, clutching my XD while I cruise through the strip
Somebody get that n*gga crutches, he ain't standing on sh*t
He called Apple, Freaky declined while she was sucking his di*k
Lil D tried creeping through that crib, they shot his ass through the door
He say he smoking on my brother, DP roll up that Noah
b*tch, I got Tyga in my swisher, this sh*t fresh out the morgue
He claim he beefed with 30 Deep, b*tch, when the f*ck did y'all score?
Streets caught him lacking on that West, lil' blood put on his cleats
Pistol scraped him in that j*rk and damn near knocked out his teeth
Been with the sh*ts since Lil Revolver, just ask Stillwell Reece
Y'all n*ggas known for binkin' cars, quit all that cappin' 'bout Dee
Clutching my XD while I ride, can't let them do me like Zoe
Slide through they set, they ain't outside, they don't even post at they store
Caught 'em at The Lux, n*ggas tail tuck, I swear we beefing with hoes
They said they caught me in the lawn, well, why the f*ck y'all ain't blow?
Keezy BM ran through the gang, sh*t, she real a deal demon
I heard you gave your daughter lean, blood, what the f*ck you was thinking?
D West caught him with his b*tch, he was like, "Nah, I ain't mean it"
Flip through the line like couple lines and have your whole team ringing
Them n*ggas telling on each other, tell 'em free Lil Tyrell
Throw him a homecoming party filled with demons and shells
Lil D and D West, JB beat 'em, heard he keep taking L's
Bay-Bay 30s hit my line like, "Send a shank in the mail"
Couldn't get jiggy, n*ggas b*tches, so they clique with the 50
30Deep, b*tch, that's the gang, we only clique up with semis
She told me pull up, then she blocked me, think the ho tried to spin me
Had to put up that lil' Bharger for that new ball Infiniti
JB lawyer say he can't smoke, but he been blowin' Poo-Wop
Them n*ggas hoes, ain't get outside until Lil Tana got knocked
Thought it was "Never leave my brothers," that's how Lil Tyga got rocked
Lil Chris a rat, slid down Ferris and tried to score and got blocked
b*tch, I been thumbing through these hundreds, smoking on this K-Money
Just ask Lil Tay-Tay how them hands work with my lil' bro Money
Coco a ho, that n*gga enrolled, then he stopped coming to Sumner
n*ggas cappin' on the gang, tell me how they clapped at your mama
Let's get on Floyd, we used to clique until they linked with the Strip
Heard Pressure Gang been pressin' n*ggas like JB with that stick
Them n*ggas told on my lil' cousin, f*ck it, let that b*tch rip
Do his ass like Mexico or Lil' KO from the six
He say he smokin' on my brother, Murdaa, roll up that Borey
The only time he shooting sh*t is with Vick and with Toreyy
At first, I wasn't gon' do this sh*t, but n*ggas keep tellin' stories
Tell the city you ain't run and put that sh*t on Lil' Borey
b*tch, I'm Grimeyy, extra slimy, 29 be behind me
You ain't in that 29, better go hide in the county
Send your blood brother ten, b*tch, I don't need no lil' bounty
Pistole just bought some more pistols 'cause that Draco kept bouncin'
Free my 30's out they jam, they took they hot and they cot
They ain't booked for killin' tweaks and no lil' thumper or box
They come and get me, I'ma do my time, b*tch, and grow me some locks
And crazy E do drills for free, don't make him creep through your lot
You gon' think you love that b*tch until you see that four-five
Them set-up hoes in your section do that sh*t for four thou'
DP blood steady spinnin' blocks, he jammin' out the Zoe Pound
So much temptation, David Ruffin, b*tch, I'm runnin' Motown
Gon' have your gang at your service dressed up like the Heartbeats
That n*gga seen us, started shakin', think I heard his heartbeat
And they keep pushin' Money date back 'cause he keep scrapin' beef
They tell they hoes turn that sh*t off when they play 30 Deep
Until we find 'em, we gon' keep passin' 'round this Lil Twan
Murdaa anxious with that glizzy, I be takin' my time
Last goofy n*gga lived, so I don't play with them nines
b*tch, you gon' think he got your front until that knife in your spine
I got n*ggas on your side of town
Send them ten, bet them killers come and gun you down
Tell your neighbors stay put up, b*tch, we got hundred rounds
Grab some goggles, grab some vests, or you gon' f*ckin' drown
I got n*ggas on your side of town
Send them ten, bet them killers come and gun you down
Tell your neighbors stay put up, b*tch, we got hundred rounds
Grab some goggles, grab some vests, or you gon' f*ckin' drown