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softwilly, lex pain & void - 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 bl!ck
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 p+ssy (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, p+ssy)
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, godd+mn)
okay, tellin’ he poppin’ but know his cd be floppin’
i know his shawty be slobbin’ on my d+ck, mhm (yeah)
he thought that we’re gonna one+on+one, i’m pullin’ up with the stick, huh
[verse 2: packgod & yung kage]
super smash, i’m fast, i’m feelin’ it
adrenaline, red, my head, i’m k!llin’ this
side beams, eye beams, red beams, night screams
b+tch, you gonna feel my f+ckin’ wrath if you would smite me
like woah, i think that i might just lose control
yeah, i drank some kerosene, i might explode
twenty+five shooters in the fold
twenty+five shooters in the fold

[verse 3: leg]
he thought that my choppa was g+y how it came out the closet
and i ain’t tryna talk to a p+ssy 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 h+ll don’t do the gossip (yeah)
p+ssy 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 bl!ck in his mouth
i catch you in public, i’m cl!ckin’, i’m cl!ckin’, i’m cl!ckin’, 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
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’
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: packgod]
and i’m airin’ the block with a mof+ckin’ glock
and it’s bustin’ down doors like i work for the swat
and i don’t give a f+ck about none of your p+wns, lil’ b+tch
unless that sh+t gon’ make me some guap
in the whip, keep a strap, i ain’t talkin’ no buckle
the choppa kept pokin’, i bought a new muzzle
12 inside, then we gettin’ in trouble
drippin’ hard, i just made me a puddle
holy f+ck, i just made me a ocean
when i’m in the field i ain’t got no emotions
he thought i was jokin’, turns out i ain’t jokin’
megaman, they don’t know what i’m totin’
grab some mats, they don’t know, overload it
h+lla bands in my pocket, i’m foldin’
line ’em up with the glock, i’m unloadin’
i’m in your trap and i’m finna—

[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 p+ssy 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 d+ck and like a fitted hat, don’t quit it (what?)
she gon’ suck and kiss it, vvs like p+ssy drippin’
dominican misses, with the choppa, leave you missin’
better keep me up because i’m goin’ fast and now slow
i’m a b+st+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

- softwilly lex pain void lyrics

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