GRIMM - Execution lyrics

rate me

Uh hun

See

It ain't like you don't know how it's done

Left for some, fifty hun, gone as quick as they come

First the money, then the power, heh

Then you get the guts

This time, like a great big pussy, just

Waiting to get fucked

Wasn't luck, cause the cut kept

Comin' up with cash, one

Gunnin', fuck it fast, some

Dumb enough to blast (Blast)

Any pimp

And he gon' tell you the same

Fendin' flame's all his game, boy, I swellin' ya reign

And I'm willin' the range

But them bitches ain't bustin'

Hatin' ass kick tricks like snitches, can't trust 'em

Switch and straight rushed 'em

Touched in the end

Sent some kin from the pen like

Dust in the wind

I bust when I can, never think of lookin' back

Got scratched, got slack

Brought straps, look at that

Crooked cat, took his macks, and went to flashin' it around

Now the bastard can't be found, and some blacks, they gone around

Because I pulled out my weapon, and I quickly start smashin'

A coco loco, man, I'm ready for some action

I look at my partner, simply say

DON'T FUCK WITH HOUSTON

WHY, WHY, WHY

It's just another execution

It's just another execution

Houstone

City of drank, what up

Home of getting it crunk

We be crankin' it up

Tops drop

Trunks pop

On the cizzurve

Me and my locos be

Sippin' on some scissurp

Spinners on the cizzurb, swishas full of hizzerb

We don't give a damn

Hold up

Man

Screwston, average county, with my killers all around me

Cheap in jail, jump to bail, meet the hunter with the bounty

Texas

Known as the Lone Star State

Home of the President, but

We be controllin' the weight

Makin' dollars, holler, holler, put the ten on the Impala

When the pistol pop, your collar drop more bigger than Kamala

Man, fuck this, fool, you better back that, rat-a-tat

With a big gat, how the fuck you gonna have

Pistol pack with the fuckin' thugs, sellin' joint, what's up, cous'

Nobody does it like me with G, doin' that shit since '93

Only thugs forgot about me, fantasies to a reality

Casualities, what a tragedy, cause all that shit don't matter to me

Cause all that hatin' around my hood, treat like it was flattery

Assault and fuckin' battery, for all these fools that wanna plex

Shinin' and grindin' with the cash and checks, I don't give a fuck who we think is next

A Mexicano calls it wrecks, what the fuck you wanna do

I'm aggrevated til the day I die, certain about it, I'm jammin' Screw

That's what Dope House players do, well, I don't know about your crew

With everybody on my side, man, we comin' so true, comin' so real

With the style they claim, sing in the rain, double in slang, prove we gon' bang

Old sayin', ain't stop sayin', and I ain't playin' (I ain't playin')