Grey59 grey59
Grey59 grey59

I be that droopy motherfucker in
A all black hoodie
Call up Ruby with the all black Uzi
Smokin' on fruity
While I'm fucking with a groupie
Grabbin' on her booty
Call me Yung Hank Moody
Got the red in my eyes, call me Yung October
People say my eyes low
But I'm just tryna get them lower
All day smoker with a hate for being sober
Kyle Korver with the threes
Throw 'em up and get slumped
Black bitch sittin' shotty
White girl in the trunk
Lil' weird motherfucker with some
Gold on my gums
Knuckin' and buckin', bitch, it's Grey59
I'm flippin' and whippin' and dealin'
For them dollar signs

Bitches tellin' me that I got pretty eyes
But when that crescent turn into a full moon
They roll in the back of my head
It ain't a pretty sight
59 shots in my twisty spine (Uh)
Two screws in my fucking ankle
I'd rather that than two nails
In my fucking wrist
I be that filthy Christ with
A crown of barbed wire
Feeling tipsy off some sticky Sprite
Roll the blunt
I'm lighting up some misty pine
Grey is the color of my fucking skin
I ain't a white boy, bitch
Dead is what I been
Wearing gold only 'cause I
Gotta pay the Reaper
I be that 7th Ward Dragon
Fucking fire-breather

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux