Get out there and surf you little Grommets
Aye aye
AYE
I could just break your face little Bitch
If you speaking on the team im going To gang with
And the hoodie say FTP keep a fifth On the hip
Because I always stay dangerous
You aint never going to talk to me
I speak alien braille thats the mother F*cking language
You aint never going to puff my shit More than twice
If you do then the stick get anxious
Yeah mother f*cker
If the shit get hot then im running Out quicker than your meds do
Im the type to get live quick hide
Four five on the side
And im creepin in your bedroom
Dont go there
I could leave your head pressed like a Iron on the mother f*cking ghost Chair
You a whole square
Leave three red dots on your head That'll even get your bro scared
Dont screen that
If you workin with the pigs stay Zipped
You can even give me three racks
I cant be that
Mother f*cker
That'll wack everybody
Off of something we can speak at
Got two tens
If he talking on me
Leave his windows cracked on the New benz
I could break that shit
I was raised with a killer who was Leavin skulls cracked like a new trend
Aand i just be breakin a body
Leaving your homie he shruggin like Oddly
You be chillin with rats like you Tommy
Im leavin the lobby, distressin the Party
Flipping it quickly while selling to Molly
Im ghouling rejuvinating im with cupid
Bitch im moving seven fingers to Shoot it
Im bodying tracks without speaking Delusions
Oh shit
Where the f*ck he go
I can merk your homie
And flip with my eyes closed
Sk eating
This i know
I be making demons disperse
Out my rifle
Oh Shit
Th- This my flow man
Young skellz
With a six and like four bands
Im making a track for the
Mother f*ckers
Deep in the dirt
Plan on leaving this earth
I resurrect without speaking a word
Then i body a track without speaking At first
Oh Shit
Im the one that came back
Eight hits and i break your face mask
Everybody want to talk on the skellz
Until my heat hit his lip
And hes talking all sideways
Yeah
Came back from the dead
Back from the feds but they still caught my plates
skellzdead - GROMMLIFE Lyrics
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Get out there and surf you little Grommets
Aye aye
AYE
I could just break your face little Bitch
If you speaking on the team im going To gang with
And the hoodie say FTP keep a fifth On the hip
Because I always stay dangerous
You aint never going to talk to me
I speak alien braille thats the mother F*cking language
You aint never going to puff my shit More than twice
If you do then the stick get anxious
Yeah mother f*cker
If the shit get hot then im running Out quicker than your meds do
Im the type to get live quick hide
Four five on the side
And im creepin in your bedroom
Dont go there
I could leave your head pressed like a Iron on the mother f*cking ghost Chair
You a whole square
Leave three red dots on your head That'll even get your bro scared
Dont screen that
If you workin with the pigs stay Zipped
You can even give me three racks
I cant be that
Mother f*cker
That'll wack everybody
Off of something we can speak at
Got two tens
If he talking on me
Leave his windows cracked on the New benz
I could break that shit
I was raised with a killer who was Leavin skulls cracked like a new trend
Aand i just be breakin a body
Leaving your homie he shruggin like Oddly
You be chillin with rats like you Tommy
Im leavin the lobby, distressin the Party
Flipping it quickly while selling to Molly
Im ghouling rejuvinating im with cupid
Bitch im moving seven fingers to Shoot it
Im bodying tracks without speaking Delusions
Oh shit
Where the f*ck he go
I can merk your homie
And flip with my eyes closed
Sk eating
This i know
I be making demons disperse
Out my rifle
Oh Shit
Th- This my flow man
Young skellz
With a six and like four bands
Im making a track for the
Mother f*ckers
Deep in the dirt
Plan on leaving this earth
I resurrect without speaking a word
Then i body a track without speaking At first
Oh Shit
Im the one that came back
Eight hits and i break your face mask
Everybody want to talk on the skellz
Until my heat hit his lip
And hes talking all sideways
Yeah
Came back from the dead
Back from the feds but they still caught my plates
Aye aye
AYE
I could just break your face little Bitch
If you speaking on the team im going To gang with
And the hoodie say FTP keep a fifth On the hip
Because I always stay dangerous
You aint never going to talk to me
I speak alien braille thats the mother F*cking language
You aint never going to puff my shit More than twice
If you do then the stick get anxious
Yeah mother f*cker
If the shit get hot then im running Out quicker than your meds do
Im the type to get live quick hide
Four five on the side
And im creepin in your bedroom
Dont go there
I could leave your head pressed like a Iron on the mother f*cking ghost Chair
You a whole square
Leave three red dots on your head That'll even get your bro scared
Dont screen that
If you workin with the pigs stay Zipped
You can even give me three racks
I cant be that
Mother f*cker
That'll wack everybody
Off of something we can speak at
Got two tens
If he talking on me
Leave his windows cracked on the New benz
I could break that shit
I was raised with a killer who was Leavin skulls cracked like a new trend
Aand i just be breakin a body
Leaving your homie he shruggin like Oddly
You be chillin with rats like you Tommy
Im leavin the lobby, distressin the Party
Flipping it quickly while selling to Molly
Im ghouling rejuvinating im with cupid
Bitch im moving seven fingers to Shoot it
Im bodying tracks without speaking Delusions
Oh shit
Where the f*ck he go
I can merk your homie
And flip with my eyes closed
Sk eating
This i know
I be making demons disperse
Out my rifle
Oh Shit
Th- This my flow man
Young skellz
With a six and like four bands
Im making a track for the
Mother f*ckers
Deep in the dirt
Plan on leaving this earth
I resurrect without speaking a word
Then i body a track without speaking At first
Oh Shit
Im the one that came back
Eight hits and i break your face mask
Everybody want to talk on the skellz
Until my heat hit his lip
And hes talking all sideways
Yeah
Came back from the dead
Back from the feds but they still caught my plates
Writer: Ty Mayfield
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