Droop-E - My Lil Grimey n***a lyrics

[Hook: Stressmatic] My lil grimey n***a, he don't rap or nothing The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be busting He don't love nothing, his pockets on slim So when you go outside you better watch out for him [Verse 1: E-40] When my lil grimey n***a come around fools get nervous Cause he ill and sick as the f**, smirkish, heartless and merciless His daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him His mama been on goup ever since 1990 In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy, still ain't reformed They say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born My lil grimey n***a maney, janky like tricked dice Never been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice Pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain Looking like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain Him and his partners mannish (?) With a AK-47, pistol, handgun, a**ault weapon I be tryna tell my lil grimey, "Slow down!" But he ain't listening Lil n***a hardheaded, look forward to going to prison Don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't tripping Fifi, belushi, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffing [Chorus] [Verse 2: E-40] My lil grimey be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the night With the (?) Looking to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem with Lurking at the gas station on some old floop sh** Trained and programed to go, about his dough A hitter, not a barber but carry a extra clipper Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles, up out the Rich El Sobrante and Hercules teach him, taught him how to fish My lil grimey n***a, all the time right behind me, n***a On the block with the Glock where you can find me, n***a They didn't see his face, but everybody knew his name Everybody knew his name, silhouette, his body frame I wonder what set he claim? For the money, f** the fame Do he make it rain? Hell nah, he g**n My lil grimey n***a, keep a thumper stashed in his motor Set to set robbing n***as, he's a floater [Chorus]