Monster lyrics

[Intro]
pus*y ass n*ggas, this the 'ville
And all this sneak dissin'
Y'all think we gonna clap back?
We ain't the po-pos!
We ain't gonna tell who we hit!
'Cause we know that's a goddamn lie
n*gga y'all workin' with the feds or somethin'...

[Verse 1]
b*tch you can't claim the gang if you ain't step for the 'ville
I got killers up the road R.I.P the n*ggas that squealed
Tony was with me Tae was drivin' when I did my first drill
I just pray Leilani with me when I touch my first mil
n*ggas be quick to smack a b*tch
But won't smack none of their opps
Used to fool around with 38s, but fell in love with them Glocks
Momma ain't have it, I was bummy, wearin' mismatched socks
Now I be tired of carryin' bags, b*tch I shop till I drop
97 223s up in this choppa, I'll crack a crowd
CashApped my lil brother a lil nickel he just whacked a clown
Money just like Boosie, causin' hell, and he just touched down
JB Deuce on house arrest 'cause my lil cousin a shooter
She ain't tryna suck and f*ck, Murda send her a Uber
I been slidin' since a jit, call me Grimeyy the scuba
"Grimeyy, why they steady dissin'?"
Cause them n*ggas some losers
b*tch I'm Grimeyy extra slimey, they already know that
I touched my city for a week, and 2 n*ggas got toe tagged
Her tub was dirty, I said f*ck it, so I took a whole bath
Goofies steady droppin disses, they can't get they bro back
STL get cold in the summer and sh*t get hot in the winter
Don't ask me questions 'bout no bodies
I don't know or remember
30 beefin' with a pus*y, Grimeyy vs. Caitlyn Jenner
"What's on your plate, 30 Deep?"
b*tch I got rappers for dinner, yea
[Outro]
Free D-West
Long live the real, free the real, free BaeBae
ADW sh*t, long live Streets, Grimeyy Duce the Grim Reaper
Self-made no features n*gga, yea
Ain't no St. Louis without the Splash Brothers
Me and my lil brother Murda, heh, we on y'all ass
Nah, pause, we on y'all bumper, you heard me? Hahaha
I am St. Louis, gang