My little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothingThe one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'He don't love nothin', his pockets on slimSo when you go outside, you better watch out for himMy little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothingThe one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'He don't love nothin', his pockets on slimSo when you go outside, you better watch out for himWell, my little grimy nigga come aroundFools get nervous cause he ill and sick as the ***Smirk is heartless and mercilessHis daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like himHis mama been on goop ever since 1990In and out of foster homes, why he droop?He still ain't reformed, they say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was bornMy little grimy nigga mania, janky like Trick DiceNever been to church in his life, no conscience put you on icePack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brainLookin' like a plate, tuck it, or you gon' get took for your chainHim and his partners manage, Bobby moves mean in the hoodMan with the AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weaponI be tryin' to tell my little grimy, slow down, but he ain't listenin'Little nigga, whoreheaded, look forward to goin' to prisonDon't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin'Thiefy, Belushi, and peel syrup and cha-cha sniffin'My little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothin'The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'He don't love nothin', his pockets on slimSo when you go outside, you better watch out for himMy little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothin'The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'He don't love nothin', his pockets on slimSo when you go outside, you better watch out for himMy little grimy nigga, be lurkin' and prowlin'In the wee hours of the night with the on-demandAnd it's on on-site, on-siteLickin' the bump heads and cross pathsWith anybody that he got a problem withKiss him at the gas station on some old flu ***Trainin' program to go about his doughA hitter, not a barber, but carry a extra clipGot hella next to kin, cousins and uncles about the richY'all's a Bronte and Hercules, teach him, taught him how to feelMy little grimy nigga, all the time right behind meOn the block with the clock where you can find meBut everybody knew his name, everybody knew his nameHis silhouette, his body frame, I wonder what's that he claimWhat money *** to find, do he make it rain?Yeah, nah, he gangbang, my little grimy niggaKeep a thumper stashed in his motorSet to set, robbin' niggas, he's a floaterMy little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothin'The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'He don't love nothin', his pockets on slimSo when you go outside, you better watch out for himMy little grimy nigga, he don't rap or nothin'The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin'He don't love nothin', his pockets on slimSo when you go outside, you better watch out for himMy little grimy niggaMy little grimy niggaMy little grimy niggaMy little grimy niggaMy little grimy nigga