Margins
Grim OX
GENRE
[Intro: Grim OX]
Hahaha
[Chorus: Grim OX]
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
[Verse 1: Axoh]
Pull up to the spot, I got like forty thousand in my pocket
And I try and waste it on every thot
I got a pocket rocket
And I know that the reticle red, that's on every dot
I think I'm thug
I'm thinking different colors 'cause I'm off the green and it get kinda hot
But I keep a sturdy gun
No time to worry, just know that I'm cooking this shit like a pot
[Verse 2: James Foreign]
She need to hurry, but don't worry
When we fucking, she tell me, "Don't leave"
Sipping that dirty, with a .30
And a hunnid racks up in my jeans
We got extended clips right at your dome
Fucking this bitch and she play my song
And I hit her one time, then I'm gone
Lil' shawty, she say that she right, but she wrong
[Chorus: Grim OX]
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
[Verse 3: Grim OX]
Count all the blues, the time that it'll take, you better move
What do we do? My diamonds wet like I jumped in the pool
I'm in the stu, all of that fuck shit, we do not approve
I cannot lose, all I been taking is them W's
Pull up to the [?] and on the floor, champagne, yeah
Down bad, I was waiting for a blessing, waiting for better days, yeah
Feel like a horse the way that I be coming right outta the gate, yeah
Whipping the Porsche, butterfly doors and the engine, V8, yeah
You knew, I'm like a lion at the zoo
Christian Loub's, red bottoms, I got two
She like the view, saying, "Baby, you so smooth"
They see me on the news like, "That used to be my dude"
[Chorus: Grim OX]
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Hahaha
[Chorus: Grim OX]
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
[Verse 1: Axoh]
Pull up to the spot, I got like forty thousand in my pocket
And I try and waste it on every thot
I got a pocket rocket
And I know that the reticle red, that's on every dot
I think I'm thug
I'm thinking different colors 'cause I'm off the green and it get kinda hot
But I keep a sturdy gun
No time to worry, just know that I'm cooking this shit like a pot
[Verse 2: James Foreign]
She need to hurry, but don't worry
When we fucking, she tell me, "Don't leave"
Sipping that dirty, with a .30
And a hunnid racks up in my jeans
We got extended clips right at your dome
Fucking this bitch and she play my song
And I hit her one time, then I'm gone
Lil' shawty, she say that she right, but she wrong
[Chorus: Grim OX]
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
[Verse 3: Grim OX]
Count all the blues, the time that it'll take, you better move
What do we do? My diamonds wet like I jumped in the pool
I'm in the stu, all of that fuck shit, we do not approve
I cannot lose, all I been taking is them W's
Pull up to the [?] and on the floor, champagne, yeah
Down bad, I was waiting for a blessing, waiting for better days, yeah
Feel like a horse the way that I be coming right outta the gate, yeah
Whipping the Porsche, butterfly doors and the engine, V8, yeah
You knew, I'm like a lion at the zoo
Christian Loub's, red bottoms, I got two
She like the view, saying, "Baby, you so smooth"
They see me on the news like, "That used to be my dude"
[Chorus: Grim OX]
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm one of the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carted
Mama look what you started
Up in my city, they know I'm the hardest
Money grow like a garden
Only real ones left, fake people departed
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