Zachary Hill
The Thin Grey Line (Remix)
[Intro: Zac]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1: Aian]
I walk in my house then I grab the nine
River ain’t gonna be ready this time (Nope)
Bro wanna fight, I’m breakin' his spine
After he dead, they makin' a shrine
Cop pull me over, they say it’s a crime
I run away, I don’t do the time
I bust a left, a right, a hook, or jab
Stream of water hit me in the eye (Ugh)
Oh, just kiddin', that’s yo mom’s squirt
When we done fightin', she come over and flirt (Hahaha)
In nine months she gon' be givin' birth
Fuck her so good her pussy really hurt (Ow!)
They gon cry whеn I put out this diss
Brenda Polley gon have all my kids (Uh)
Put Zac on thе beat, he spit on her tits
[Verse 2: Zac]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Stomp a motherfucker and then leave 'em in the dirt
Got blood all over my new white shirt
Keep takin' L’s, you will never win again
Devil on my shoulder tellin' me to sin again
River Polley tryna act hard
Actin' like he got bitches and a billion cars
Sayin' that he got a strap on his lap, but it’s cap
Hit your mom from the back, put it all up on her crack
Hold up, wait, it’s just a rap
[Verse 3: Aian & Zac]
Nah, this is a diss
Brenda Polley gon' suck on my dick
After she done, she drank all my kids
Koda, I’m sorry yo brother’s a bitch
We pullin' up on River with the switch
Koda, yo brother lookin' like a twig
This ain’t Minecraft, but I’m still gonna dig
Diggin' for what?
I’m diggin' a grave
That’s why you bought my motherfuckin' chain
To pick up yo dad’s dick, we got get a crane
Look at the back of my head, lion’s mane
[Verse 4: Zac]
Fuckin' on a bitch and I’m 'bout to get paid
Put the metal to your teeth, call you brace face
Up on Snapchat, she wanna trade
Landon Jesse wanna fuck Zaya Wade
I bet my ex wishes that she stayed
Leavin' me was such a big mistake
Got a .44 and a blade
They hatin', but they copy what I made
I don’t give a shit what you do, you ain’t tuff
Fuckin' yo momma, we doin' it rough
I got Brenda bendin' it ova
I’m makin' it clap and it go supernova
Syllable clip be gettin' filled in this bitch
And I’m shooting them all over your body 'til I hear a click
I don’t give a shit about the bitches on your dick
All of that talk, but you ain’t gon' do shit
Sayin' you wavin' a gun around
Lil' pussy don’t even weigh a hundred pounds
In his body, I filled him with a hundred rounds
His body lie deep in the underground
How’s that gunnin' sound from under there?
I’m takin' off yo momma’s underwear
Put her legs in the air like a signal flare
Tryna bark, but you bite like a Build-a-Bear